Being the object of anyone and everyone's stares seems to be the norm in this vast country. Even the cows stare at you when you walk down the street. Being laughed at is just as normal. Around 5:30 am this morning, I was walking backwards and putting rose petals in bowls of water all around the main temple. A nun happened to walk by me and immediately burst into laughter. She started speaking rapidly in another language and my eye brow raised look of confusion sent her into another fit of giggles. What could I do but laugh hysterically myself??? As we wobbled our way past a monk, she pointed to me, said another uncomprehensible something, and he too joined into our laughing fest. I left the temple feeling slightly dazed, confused, and absolutely filled with joy.
~ Cerri
~ Cerri
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