Rice Grains

Yesterday I ate lunch with my Indian friend Shilpi. She took me to an Indian vegetarian restaurant. As I expected the food was quite tasty. Conversation was difficult, but we both tried. It can be trying when you so badly want to be able to communicate well and language gets in the way.

Today Hiroshi and I traveled back to the On Nut BTS sky train station together and then ate lunch together. We had a conversation about Christianity (in English). He said he never had a Christian friend before. It was a good conversation.

Tonight I ate at one of the little restaurants down my street. I told Lek, the cook, to make whatever she wanted for me. I am tired of always ordering fried rice or noodles. So she made me some kind of soup that I won't even attempt to type! I think it had seaweed and tofu in it, and she served it with a HUGE plate of rice. I ate not even half of the rice, but the soup I cleaned up. It was really delicious. Below is a picture of Lek and then a close-up of the soup.