My Life By a Snapshot

Dear readers, yesterday our family were sitting down at our dinning room table eating our lunch when all of a sudden my sister runs out saying "It's going to rain. I have to get my cloths." The rest of us didn't think that much of it until it hit. The rain hit really suddenly. I saw it advance until we heard it hit the house. It sounded like a stampede was going over our house. It didn't last very long, not even five minute. But as soon as it was over the sun came out. Some of our friends came over and played and hung out with us. As they were putting together a puzzle I went outside and took these pictures. I love the rain. I love the smell of it and the sound of it on the roof. When I was a child I didn't like it. I didn't like storms. they scared me. But as I grew up I learnt to sit back and really look at my surroundings. I learnt to appreciate the beauty of lightening and the water droplets forming. I think often we judge things of...

Dear readers, The rainy season is coming soon, yet Cambodia is already so green. Our yard is bursting with flowers of many colors ranging from purple to pink to white. The plants are growing like crazy and they are so green. While we were away we saw the rice fields and they were so bight and vibrant and beautiful. the dirt is reddish brown and the skies are bright blue scattered with white fluffy clouds. This country is so beautiful and picturesque. I don't have to go far to find something beautiful to take a picture of for you guys. I often don't see the beauty so much anymore because I see it every day on my way to the center. But when I get the camera out. Through the lens I can see what I saw the first time I came here and went that route. I feel like that is the way very often in life. We just grow so used to what we see every day. today I challenge you to look out side and see the beauty of the place you are now. take a picture and show me on my google+...

Dear readers, We have already experienced twice that Cambodians do birthdays much differently to how we do it in the western world. Birthdays are almost non-existent here. No birthday parties and if they are they are always brought upon by the birthday girl/boy. And gifts are not given often on birthdays. It made me think how we make birthdays seem so big and important when it's just another day. It doesn't feel special or different unless people make it feel special or different. I spent my day shopping with mum and a friend. Then God sent some beautiful rain so my siblings and I played around in it for a while. In the evening we ate out at a restaurant with three of my new Cambodian friends. I learnt that it's not what you get or what you do on your birthday that makes it special but the people you spend it with. As always thank you for reading. Darcy-Rea