I’m wandering again on the road lost between between Minnesota subzero and Cambodia scorching heat. Along the way I encounter many travelers. A French attorney, traveling for 9 months, a German family with 2 toddlers and a Spanaird searching for quietness. But it is this, bamboo sticky rice, that fills my tummy and calls me to imagine my parents, roasting this sweet comfort food, in the mist of the morning dew of Sonla. Muang Tai – you are still calling me to return. And I will.