Day #8:
Falling asleep last night, to the sound of nature’s bugs and crickets felt relaxing. Nature noisy, but completely devoid of urban sounds. My rest was good, my mosquito net bedding was comfy and I was out the moment my head hit the pillow. Next morning we all gathered for breakfast– it came as a generous mound of pancakes, bananas and fruit!
By 10:30AM, a new wave of Hmong women and girls were perched, sewing, waiting, guarding their usual stake out… our guesthouse entrance. This was (more…)



