decuirrl

"Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people."

Rachel D.

22 / Female

Det Udom, Ubon Ratchathani, Thailand

About decuirrl

Full Member | Member since 14th Jun 07

Citizenship: USA
Website: Couchsurfing!
Occupation: Currently? teacher. Soon? who knows.
About decuirrl:

Under my red hair, I've got Louisiana in my blood and wanderlust in my heart--which leads me on some intriguing adventures. I am fascinated by other languages, cultures, and lifestyles while remaining head over heels for my own cadien heritage. I firmly believe that good food, good music, and good stories are the basis of civilization.

Hobbies:

languages (especially français)
sending postcards
reading
dancing in the rain
laughing
wandering around
stealing traditions in order to have my own ecclectic mix

Favourite places:

Cajun Country, Louisiana
Lille, France
Isle of Skye, Scotland
Pointe d'église, Nouvelle Ecosse
Ljubljana, Slovenia

Activity : photos (651) forum (0) guide (0) blog (55) diary (0) trips (7)

Latest Blog Entry

Truckbeds, waterfalls, and skyshots

Posted by decuirrl | 23rd November 2009

But first, an all important food bulletin. On Thursday, I had cracklins with lunch. Cracklins! On Friday, I had fried cow lips with supper. At least that's what Anna and I understood. I wouldn't suggest them to anyone, though.

And now for the main feature.

All last week, we had been throwing around ideas and plans for the weekend. These plans were rough, put together through amidst plenty of linguistic confusion and rifling of dictionary pages. What we knew: we were going to see the first sunrise in Thailand. That was about it. Maew spearheaded the project, and the plans changed at least five times over and we finally found ourselves agreeing to head to Ubon on Friday evening. We made it to the bus stop in Det Udom, thanks to someone with a truck, and sat down to wait. Within five minutes, a truck pulls over and a woman steps out, asks Maew if we were headed to Ubon. A few nods, lots of thank yous, and several very deep wais later, we were in the back of her truck, maki

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