It's Friday afternoon and I am daydreaming of Kashgar, of the little guesthouse we stayed in and the cool concrete floor outside our room, the bright windows, the noise outside (often construction at sunset), the smell of baked bread from the nearby street market, the piles and piles of dried raisins and nuts on display, the yoghurt and cake stands, the feel of a foreign place, and all the contrast and conflict that is Kashgar. I am remembering our first night out in the city, when we sat a local kebab place, at a small table directly across from a young Uyghur couple. The woman was garbed in a bright yellow dress with a pink and green ikat pattern. We assumed they were newly married, given her coy gestures as she poured the young man a cup of tea. We did not hear them speak one word to each other over dinner ... All these thoughts push into and against each other.
I am also trying NOT to think of the upcoming summer - Indonesia and India! In between cooking dinner/reading/walking with Ethan, I'll blurt out, "We are going to India!" He has grown accustomed to my non-sequitur thoughts, so he just smiles. I am very excited, but there are still 4 months of hard work between now and then, my last 4 months of enjoying Cambodia living.