I’m at Khao San Road – the backpacker’s paradise, in Thailand. At first witness, it’s a little like an Asian “Las Vegas”. Bangkok in general reminds me of New Orleans, chock full of over-indulgence, partying, and pleasures galore. Be it that my drinking days are over, I’m personally indulging in the $5 – $8 massages on a daily basis (not the “happy ending” type, but of course, they’re also available).
What’s hitting me the hardest today, is missing my Dad. Last year at this time I was in Catania, Sicily. Sweet as it was, I called my parents everyday. I spent a lot of time catching up with my Dad, reminiscing with him about Italy & his trips abroad. We had a pretty amazing connection in his twilight years. Something we didn’t experience in my youth, but certainly the last decade of his life. For that, I’m very grateful. He was the person who seemed to care the most about my whereabouts. Aside from my bestie, there really isn’t anyone asking for my flight itinerary. 🙂 Funny how those little things are what you miss once you’ve lost your primary parent.
My Dad was an avid traveler, as a service member of the Merchant Marines. I recently found a photo of him in Antarctica, holding up a penguin. Pretty neat stuff. Pretty neat guy. This blog is for my Dad. Thinking of you & missing you, as I follow in your footsteps traveling the world. With love, from SE Asia.
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