Dom and Rocco were making a tower of wet sand as tall as Rocco, and I had been laying out next to them, smiling at my handsome, tan Thai boys as the gentle emerald waters of Ao Nang in Krabi, Thailand lapped on the shore behind us.
Dom and Rocco were making a tower of wet sand as tall as Rocco, and I had been laying out next to them, smiling at my handsome, tan Thai boys as the gentle emerald waters of Ao Nang in Krabi, Thailand lapped on the shore behind us.
When we were eating at Japanese buffet place in Houston the other day I said, “Koph khun ka!” (Thank you!) to the server after she gave us our drinks. I don’t think she really heard me, thankfully, but Dom’s mom, sister (who are visiting with us for three weeks from Thailand) and Dom all chuckled at me.
Dom told me when he was a kiddo in primary school he took a stupid class.
In the class he learned how to cut fruit into flowers, which is popular in Thailand. I thought that sounded like an awesome class. But no, he said it was stupid because cutting fruit into flowers is a “girl’s job”. Continue Reading
