Today, to distract myself from the fact that Jordan will be here in two days and I am sick of waiting, Julia and I decided to climb to the top of wat Doi Kong Mu at the request of our teenage girl students. They said they wanted to pray or meditate, or make an offering...I couldnt really understand exactly what they were talking about. Julia and I both wore long skirts and nice shirts because we were unsure of the formality of the situation on top of the wat. The girls didn't show up, so the two of us sweated slowly up the hill, the agonizing steps to the top were each punctuated with the deafening sound of our own perspiration hitting the pavement.
It wasn't really that bad, we're just out of shape.
The wat was completely empty. We took pictures, and then skipped back downt to the bottom of the hill, only to meet six of our girls coming up. The grabbed our hands, and boundless energy, they dragged us to the top of the wat again. We decided that two trips to the top of the wat in one day merited a tasty treat, so we ate ice cream, browsed slowly through the temple shops, and took photos of our cute, wild girls while the teenage novice monks peeked at them from around trees and doorways.
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