Today's picture was harder to choose. I mean, I could post the picture of the temple down the street and to the left of our home, or the one down the street and to the right, or the one just a little farther down... Either direction... Or how about the big Buddhist temples called stupas... In other words, there are just about as many temples, shrines, and idols as there are people in this country. So I just picked one...
There is just something so exciting about getting mail of any kind here. It is more than just mail... It is more than just a package. It is a taste of the familiar. The sights, the smells... Mail says, "We remember you." It is like being a child on Christmas morning. It feels like the wonder and beauty of the first snow of the season.
I intentionally combined these two days... and you are getting WAY more than one picture!
She lives next door in a tiny, run-down brick home, just one step up from a shack. One window is covered with cardboard. She lives with her two young children and her in-laws. Her husband is in another country working. He goes for two years at a time.