Another great day in Bangkok! After all the fun yesterday, I slept until almost noon, waking up just in time for my exercises, shower and going to meet the girls for lunch. From the three girls I met, just one showed up. Noi apologized and said she was way too tired from the night before; unlike us, she kept going until it was day, going to bed just past 8am, so she was wasted. The other just didn’t call.

It was ok just the same. We went to this very simple restaurant, a place I would never have stopped to eat unless someone had recommended. It didn’t look like much, if you know what I mean. It was basically one of those open restaurants facing the street, very common in Thailand. Since I am not picky and Yo (our lady friend) knew the place, we sat down to eat. Good choice, because the food was just great and (as usual) very, very cheap.

I must have looked like a Japanese tourist, because I as taking pictures of the food and the place. But the fact is, I wanted to send those to my father and sister, so they could see the kind of food people eat in the region and how simple but good things can be. I keep telling them, if you want to know a country, you have to mingle with the local population. Staying in five-star hotels and eating in fancy restaurants, rarely will give you the true experience of a country.

This reminds me of my good friend in Brazil, VM (the big shot reporter; I think I mentioned her before). When I brought her to Thailand for a quick visit, she wanted to try the fried insects some of locals love to eat (not all, though). Alas, we just couldn’t find them. We just didn’t know where to look for them. Now that I am more familiar with Bangkok, I can see them everywhere! Maybe I should pack a small portion and send it via FedEx to her… Or maybe not… It would be gross to receive a bunch of dead insects by mail! Yuck!!!

I don’t know why, but while having lunch there I suddenly had one of those “feelings” again. And it was so strong that, as an involuntary reaction, I reached for my phone. I could swear my phone was about to ring and the caller would be J. I stopped briefly to “analyze” the feeling and maybe get some more “information” from it. Maybe she was in trouble or in distress? I guess I’ll never know because I couldn’t pick up anything else other than the sensation she wanted to call. So I assumed it was nothing important and, with that, I put the though to rest. Later, back at the hotel, I could feel she was thinking of me again, which just confirms she was fine.

I KNOW!!! It just downed on me the reason why she wanted to call and was thinking of me after all this time (I mentioned the “feelings” were fading, didn’t I?). They either got my mail OR the boxes with J’s belongings. Of course!!! That is the reason! I had totally forgotten about it. So, all’s explained. That is what triggered the “felling”. Oh, Boy! I am really getting good at this!!! ;o)