Not in America Any More

Anyway, So I have been at my site about 2 ½ weeks now. There have been ups and there have been downs. I don’t get lost around town any more (mostly), but I still feel pretty new. The majority of the time I am nervous, wondering if I am doing the right thing. For this past week, a highlight was going around giving Thailand’s version of Social Security. I got nervous when they introduced me at every place, but it got better as the sessions went on. My co-workers seemed to develop a running joke about how I really love mangos–Which I do, the yellow ones to be specific. Sometimes, I eat as many as three a day.–There have also been some funny moments. For this blog post I will highlight a few.
The Corn.
Now, I am not a huge fan of corn, even though I am from Iowa. But the Thais seem to love it. They seem to come up with as many sweet concoctions for it as possible. Since I have been here I have had some type of corn juice and corn baked in doughnuts. But nothings compares to what I had a last Thursday. I had already eaten lunch and was stuffed, but decided to go out again with my usual crowd just to hang. I thought I had made it specifically clear that I was not hungry, but I guess not. When I sat down, my counterpart went over to get me a dessert—a cup full of corn with chocolate syrup on top. Yum! (note the sarcasm) Now, at least in my view, the only way corn should be eaten is on a cob smothered with butter and a pinch of salt. Chocolate syrup and corn are just not meant for each other. But no matter, my co-workers assured me that the chocolate covered corn is calorieliless and totally healthy. If I ate it, I do not need to worry about getting fat or overeating. ! I guess that could be a new selling point for the Iowa Corn Growers Association. Needless to say, I just had a few pecks at the treat.

The Whisky bottle
Thais like their alcohol, especially whisky. One day when I was eating lunch a guy pulled one out and had a whole glass with his lunch. Then when he was done, he slipped back inside his pants…not the pockets but actually in his pants. I have seen it done twice since I have been here. I guess if you don’t have a sack the, buttock of your pants is one way to carry things.
At Work
So far at work I have done the normal such as practicing my Thai, getting to know my fellow Tessabon staff, and biking around the community. Then there has been the mega-store shopping, people doing my hair in different pony tails, watching parts of the soap operas on the big television in the front of the work room and trying to act out what the word “wrath” means…which I don’t think of when I think of work, but it is a way to get to know people and hey, I not in America any more.

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