The Retreat this weekend went well... but this isn't going to be an update, this is to let you into the world of Asian retreats
Retreats in Asia mean...
... going to the bathrooom means going to an outhouse where the pig lives
... not pooping for 50 hours
... sleeping on board on top of concrete
... having your message translated... and not sure if it is translaed correctly... and having to wait for reactions...
... going to bed at 11 and waking up at 7 (instead of going to bed at 4 and waking up at 8 like i would in the states)
... rain (or in this weekend's case: hail - but only for a few minutes)
... getting a discount at the restaurant by taking a picture with the owners
... sitting next to heat fans
... having to come up with new illustrations b/c the American ones don't work
... a back pack worth of stuff never used: Yes, i never changed below my waist- not even when i slept: i didn't change my socks, underwear or jeans all weekend... didn't shower, so didn't use the towel... only changed my shirt once... so the extra shirts weren't needed either...
i miss retreats in America... and it is different being older, married, a kid on the way... but i still had fun
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