Remember yesterday I blogged about our trip to Cambodia? I'm still there today...even if only in spirit. I'm having one of those weeks where despite my complete adoration for my hometown (and that warmy, fuzzy feeling I get knowing that I'm always "somewhere") I need to get out of here. Anywhere. We're trying to plan a long weekend somewhere just the two of us. I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, you've already seen Paris this morning and my head is still in Southeast Asia.
I think about Cambodia all the time.
For a bit of background, I did not sleep for the three days that we were there. I was so sad by all the poverty around us. It really broke my heart to see these children and the countless others who were barefoot and either begging or desperately trying to sell you a postcard or a pack of tissues or whatever. If you gave one of them a dollar, 15 others would appear from seemingly no where. It was heart-renching. These particular photos I really love because I think I caught these kids in a moment where they were just simply being kids. These were taken in a small village in Siem Reap near Angkor Wat. A lot of tourists go down there and I felt really guilty being there because I felt like we were somehow trivializing their situation. I don't know. I was so conflicted.