Lost on Earth

Yesterday evening I had my final dinner with the kids. Jon and some of the older children and I prepared food at the OPC office. We sang songs and peeled garlic together as the sun set. I closed my eyes and listened to the wind rustling the almost-ready rice and the kids quiet chatter and laughter and thought about everything that has happened to me at OPC. I do not know if I have changed, and I am not sure if I "made a difference" as many people ask me, now my trip is almost complete. I feel that things deterioriated towards the end of thie five and a half months, and I can't help but wish that they had ended differently.

We all ate Kham Chuen's delicious cooking together. I was unable to eat much of it because I am ill right now, but I enjoyed watching the kids go back with their tin plates for seconds, thirds, fourths...

After the kids left Jon and I got on the motorbike and drove to one of the wats in town. Three OPC sdtudents were dancing in a celebration. The wat was flooded with bright lights, people were milling about everywhere, and two stages were set up - one with loud rock karaoke, and another with traditional song and dance recitals. I could see Mokam, Puttaraksa, and Myaou peeking atme from behind the bright pink curtain, laughing and waving. When they began dancing I started to get emotional, and I am not sure why. They finished, changed, and then grabbed our hands and dragged Jon and I off to the mandala maze in the center of the wat. We chased each other around in the mandala for what seemed like hous, and then bought bubble tea.

After a final dash through the mandala maze again we left under a brewing thunderstorm. The girls hugged me and then ran off to find their friends. I held back from crying, but it was difficult.