a most perfect of saturdays

sometimes, as i've alluded to, it's all too simple to get wrapped up in the why's and worth it's of living in a foreign country as a volunteer.  you know, the how's of cancelled classes, the what's of a language that i've seemingly stalled in, and the if's of overbearing heat, searing from the sky all the live long day.

and i've discovered that when these black thoughts arrive like a drenched cloud, there is often times a moment harkening not long after, providentially, that reverts me back on the straight and narrow.

a few saturdays back, i had many such providential moments that certainly made living through the frustrations all the more worth it and splendidly set me forth on firm footing for happier times.

we've begun returning to our training village- just seven kilometers away- each saturday to be tutored in khmer with a wonderful woman who led our trainers/teachers during training with other volunteers  who live there permanently.

this particular day that brought me out of such a funk, included a surprise of the most delicious pancakes in the smack dab middle of our lesson, a taste of which we've not had since prior to july of this year.  also imbued in the day was a gorgeous, shade-filled ride on a long dirt road, a trip to our former respite of glory- an air conditioned gas/mart-, and a visit to our training host grandmother, wherein she loaded us with ten pounds of rice and thirty pounds of coconuts.

the sunshine, sweet batter, and old haunts were just what a soul needs to revert back to a place of happiness and imaginings.