I've never actually seen a firefly. In the United States, they are native to the East Coast, but generally their existence remains for me an enigma seen only in stories of the upper middle class and summer garden parties à la Great Gatsby.
In any case, the term luciole in French has a strong hold of number two in the list of my favorite words. Number one is, of course, rêverie. That is why my previous blog was an ode to "luciolita." And now we have "A Firefly in Thailand." All this is simply to explain the origin of this blog title (luciole is a firefly), not to really have it make sense...!
It is a little after 9 p.m. here in Chiang Mai and I've woken up to a thunderstorm. I thought I might be productive this evening and do a cooking course of some kind, but there that went, didn't it? I Skyped with my friends around seven hours ago and immediately felt so homesick that I had to go to sleep. What a boring afternoon...
Other than that, of course, I did a fair amount of exploring: a long walk for breakfast in the morning, which included my first Thai convenience store run; a couple hours of logistical planning (I've been offered a very complicated job in Japan for next month); and then again a nice long afternoon walk for books, lunch, bank and market time.
The highlight of my day was, I think, stumbling upon a comparatively inconspicuous temple down the street. More peaceful and understated than I expected, it still awed me as I explored the various gardens and shrines. Posting pictures has been a little challenging, but I hope I can fix that soon.
My lowlight has certainly been the homesickness. Who knew it worked like karma? The less of it I had in New York and France, the more it is compounded here; it doesn't help that I wake up at times when everyone at home is asleep. Hmph.
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