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Fuzzy Socks and Black, Rubber Boots

There’s always someone who injures themselves and unfortunately, that person was me. I don’t know you realized I was missing in all of the photos from the homestay; You were probably just looking for your daughter, son, or friend, which is understandable — I would have done the same. The stories your children will bring home will be slightly different from mine, so I thought I would share my story.

12 days ago at the monastery, I rammed my foot into a metal, adobe brick mold. if you need to visualize the cut, it’s between my pinky toe and my fourth toe, on my left foot. I thought I needed stitches, but the doctor opted to bandage the wound.

Within the first week of injuring myself, I had to walk around with gauze on my foot, and wear fuzzy socks and black rubber boots. In addition, I had to hold off on showering for 6 days. If I wanted to “shower” I had to resort to wet wipes. While everyone had been trekking though the mountains, taking bucket showers, and harvesting rice, I’ve been indoors listening to all of my friends’ stories, wishing I could have the same experience. Despite this, I’ve had some experience that no one else has had.

I was driving to the homestay with the luggage. On the way, our instructor Siang and I had to stop for an hour and a half because there was flooding on the dirt road. While waiting, we made a list of things that one needs to know in life, such as knowing how to wash clothes (washing machine and hand wash), cooking, driving a car and a motorcycle, and more. We had fun watching people try to cross the flood on their bikes.

Despite the extreme measures I had to take to keep my foot dry, it provided amazing opportunities and experiences. When we were in Inle Lake, I had to sit in the front of the boat so my foot wouldn’t get wet; I had the best view. Fortunately, my foot has been healing and I’ve been able to partake in more activities.