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We drove through the countryside visiting nearby Tai villages. Its serene mountainous landscape seems to have trap this place in time, but the dinging of my Facebook messenger app quickly interrupts my unfounded romanticize imagination of ancient Tai clan...

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I woke up early this morning after a deep sleep. I almost forgot where I was. I thought I heard my kids stirring and getting ready for school, but a glance at the mountains from my hotel window tells me I’m here, in a place that familiar to the memo...

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Hanoi, a city of modernity deeply rooted on interwoven traditions of multiple ethic groups. Its traditional housing architecture offset by skyscrapers and bumper to bumper traffic somehow just seems complimentary. The hotel staff speak Vietnamese to me an...

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It’s already here, our journey begins. I’m at the airport waiting to take off and missing home already. The kids were asleep when I quietly kissed them bye. It can be emotionally exhausting as I prepare my spirit for the journey ahead. I don&#...

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Wandering spirit… There’s something magical about this life, this world, this universe. Every time I fly, I can feel it.  I never go looking for it but somehow, through some unknown force, the universe conspires with me and I find myself arri...

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It’s been nearly 40 yrs since we (the Taidam) arrived in the US. As a child, I vaguely remember the Taidam song Sip Ha Phi – unsure of its meaning then, the melody embedded itself into my subconscious calling me to discover its message, its ca...

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Life gets noisy – distractions, daily routines – can easily quiet our passion. A conversation with a friend, simple reminders about our calling, and my spirit wanders again. The humming of the plane in mid air permeates my spirit as the sun co...

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Since bootcamp is over now, I have some time to reflect. I’ve been thinking about my trip to Cambodia with GCP. I miss Cambodia so much. I miss the weather, fresh authentic fruits, speaking Khmer to everyone, my traveling peers, and Most of all, I m...

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Every day after class, we took students home on our bikes. I got to meet their families and saw their living conditions. Most of the students live in huts, some live in run down shacks. Some of the students live nearby the local market or close to our far...

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