CJ: DAY 8

So today we went to New Hamlet which I did not know existed. Its like the Upper Hamlet, but... you know... newer. And smaller to a degree. I don't know, this place is huge! You need buses to get to it. But anyway while up t--A cricket just landed on me. As I'm writing this. It's very windy today--Back on track. While up there a dharma talk was given and it was done in English instead of Vietnamese just for us. They seem to be paying special attention to us. Not sure why though. Afterward we shared a bonding moment as we all described how we were losing our sanity. Thank god tomorrow and the rest of this evening are a lazy days. Anyway, we talked about our feelings and how we were doing since coming here. It helped me a lot actually. This group was again held especially for the Arch students or those who felt they were high schoolers at heart and a singer named Betzi was there. She was staying at Lower Hamlet and was a song writer for equality and all that stuff. But she was interesting. At the end we all sang "Imagine."

Yesterday I realized something. And today made it way more obvious, particularly when we all lost our marbles. I haven't said it to my parents but... thanks for sending me to Spain, for guiding me, for putting food on the table, for sending me to Buddhist monasteries where I can enjoy peace and lose all sanity. Thanks a lot for driving me there and thanks for coming for me; thanks a lot for putting a roof over my head; thanks a lot for working and choosing to live where we do where there aren't any bugs; thanks a lot for putting up with my ungrateful snot-nosed [expletive] attitude; thanks for raising me. I can't thank enough. Thanks for not giving up on me mom. Happy Mother's Day. And Dad, too, I guess. But hey, it's her day. You'll get your day.