Learning to Eat Alone

This was written five days ago, but I haven’t had the time to type it up and post it until now. Here ya go!

It’s 11:35am. I have been awake since 6:30 even though it is a Sunday because the roosters outside my building refuse to stay quiet. I have wasted as much time on the Internet and Skype as I possibly can and now I must venture outside the comfort of my apartment for some food. I have been trying to put this moment off for as long as possible. It may sound silly, but something as rudimentary as finding food to eat is scarier than an attempt at sky diving would be for me right now. At least with skydiving you know what you are getting yourself into. Ordering food here could result in weird animal parts, food so spicy you can’t even sniff it without choking, or a really delicious meal.

These past two weeks have spoiled me. The teachers I work with have been around for every meal I eat, so I haven’t had to order food on my own. Now it is the weekend though, and I finally have the much needed free time I have been longing for, but that free time has brought me to the realization that if it weren’t for my pointing and grunting skills I honed on Semester at Sea, I would be starving in Thailand, a country full of tasty food.

As I finally venture out of my apartment I pass my favorite food stand. The sweet smell of taro doughnut holes and fried bananas rolled in crushed spices fill my nostrils. I decide that maybe I can just live off these tasty fattening niblets until I can speak Thai better.

The doughnut man and I are buddies now, even though the only thing either of us understands is when I try to say banana in Thai and when he tells me how much I owe him, also in Thai. His treats make my day and he has a kind smile, so I have decided that we are great friends.

I buy one bag of doughnuts and pop one into my mouth. Instantly I feel a little more relaxed. I watch the paper bag slowly soak up the grease from the doughnuts and convince myself that I need to find a healthy meal to justify this indulgence.

Close by my beloved doughnut stand is a hole in the wall selling some sort of dish with duck. I know this only because I see two ducks hanging in the front. I have always loved duck, but in the States it is always out of my price range.

So duck it is. I stop and clumsily point at a bowl and hope they understand. They say a few things in Thai to which I just say yes to and hope for the best. I also throw in a “mai pet” (not spicy) for safety because it would be so disappointing if my duck were too spicy for me to consume.

So here I am now, eating non-spicy duck and rice in the shade. The weather is perfect, not too hot, and I have managed to feed myself successfully. My fear has subsided and I am extremely proud of myself. Dinner is in a few hours and I will have to go through the same experience all over again. Is it possible to get lucky twice in one day? Let’s hope so.

**I have successfully eaten on my own several times now and the fear is almost all gone. Although today I was chowing down on some chicken and realized that I was trying to eat a foot which kind of freaked me out.

***Last night was a festival called Loi Krathong. I will post about it soon.

A few photos

Everyone that traveled with me on Semester at Sea knows that I usually forget to take pictures and I also usually don’t like to. I am trying to work on this flaw since I don’t have anyone here that I can steal pictures from like I did on study abroad. That being said, here are a few photos from the past two weeks. The second picture is dedicated to Haley.

This was the family I stayed with during my first homestay on my second night here. Four people are missing from this picture. I woke up all nine of them on an 11pm emergency bathroom run. It was one of the most uncomfortable nights ever. The teacher in this photo is P'Jum. She teaches Pratom(AKA grade) 5 and 6.
This was the family I stayed with during my first homestay on my second night here. Four people are missing from this picture. I woke up all nine of them on an 11pm emergency bathroom run. It was one of the most uncomfortable nights ever. The teacher in this photo is P'Jum. She teaches Pratoms (AKA grades) 5 and 6.
The most awkward picture ever! This was the family I stayed with on my second homestay. They wanted to take a picture, but nobody wanted to stand close to me...
The most awkward picture ever! This was the family I stayed with on my second homestay. They wanted to take a picture, but nobody wanted to stand close to me...
Halloween in Thailand! Two ninjas, a lion, and a fortune teller on the way to the Halloween Party at Sunset Bar. Sunset Bar is outside the city and if you call they will come pick you up with their truck. The bar is like an artsy/woodsy version of the Sundowner for all you Boulder folks reading this.
Halloween in Thailand! Two ninjas, a lion, and a fortune teller on the way to the Halloween Party at Sunset Bar. Sunset Bar is outside the city and if you call they will come pick you up with their truck. The bar is like an artsy/woodsy version of the Sundowner for all you Boulder folks reading this.
Lunch was taking so long that P'Nok got behind the stand and started helping out. It never would have occurred to me to go pick up a knife and start chopping vegetables at a food stand to get my food faster.
Lunch was taking so long that P'Nok got behind the stand and started helping out. It never would have occurred to me to go pick up a knife and start chopping vegetables at a food stand to get my food faster.
English is fun. I swear.
English is fun. I swear.
The little boy holding the dog flashcard is one of the cutest! His name is Man. The teacher in this picture is P'Jit, I work with her on Tuesdays. She teaches Pratom 4.
The little boy holding the dog flashcard is one of the cutest! His name is Man. The teacher in this picture is P'Jit, I work with her on Tuesdays. She teaches Pratom 4.
Some of the boys from Pratom 4.
Some of the boys from Pratom 4.
The Thai dance teacher, P'Daang, and I. Everytime I see her I try to learn a few Thai dance moves. Her class is next to mine every Tuesday. Hopefully by the end of the semester I will have flexible Thai dance hands and I will have a few good dance moves!
The Thai dance teacher, P'Daang, and I. Everytime I see her I try to learn a few Thai dance moves. Her class is next to mine every Tuesday. Hopefully by the end of the semester I will have flexible Thai dance hands and I will have a few good dance moves!
Chan rat koon. This is what all of the girls from Pratom 4 tell me. It means I love you.
Chan rat koon. This is what all of the girls from Pratom 4 tell me. It means I love you.

My name is . . . ?

People here go by short nicknames instead of their full names. So, after I introduce myself as Danielle, I am promptly asked what my nickname is. The first time I was asked this I was stumped since almost everyone just calls me Danielle.

My first thought was Dani, the most popular nickname for a Danielle. But Dani is most definitely not my name, as most of you already know. I have been trained by all of my elementary school friends and my parents that my name is NOT Dani. There was a short period in middle school in which people tried to call me Dani. But when they called my house and asked to speak to Dani, my Dad would respond by saying “Dani doesn’t live here.” So Dani was out of the question.

My next thought was Ellie. I always liked that name and secretly hoped to go by it one day. I lived with an Elly last year though, so now when I hear that name I think of her and wouldn’t respond to that name either. Plus, L’s are a little hard for them to pronounce here.

My third idea was Dee. I have a handful of friends that call me that and I like it. So after a minute of pondering, I said my nickname was Dee. There was then a chorus of Dee Dees repeated back to me. I had become Dee Dee.

It sounded weird at first. I tried to explain that at home DD means a sober driver, hoping they would decide to drop the second Dee. They responded by telling me that Dee means good in Thai and that saying Dee Dee means very good. It still sounded a little awkward to me, so when I woke up the next morning I looked through my Thai-English dictionary to find some other words that I might like as a nickname. I could pick anything, but I didn’t find any that called out to me, so I decided to stick with the name “very good.”