It's day 6 and Carly is sick :( It makes me very, very sad and very, very cautious. Getting sick around here is inevitable and she is taking it so much better than I will (when my day comes).
I am eating a solo meal of plain old Phad Thai and veggie spring rolls at a seemingly sanitary establishment. It's sunset hour and we're in Chiang Mai, a very cute and quaint place (1.8 km by 1.8 km old town) for being Thailands second largest city.
We're north, wedged somewhere between Burma and Laos, staying at a family-run guesthouse called Libra. I can see the mountains by day and the stars by night, something the people of Bangkok don't get the luxury of.
We've been a bit more productive here than in Bangkok. Bangkok was all about sleeping all day, staying up all night, and well...nothing else. Chiang Man has been full of sun, leisurely walks, reading, yoga, and 200 baht pedicure/manicures. I am feeling much more grounded and settled here. For how many motorbikes are buzzing beneath me, it's the relaxed atmosphere I pictured from Thailand.
We did the famous Sunday night market, stumbled upon a music festival, and found ourselves at an eccentric rooftop bar last night. We've booked a day excursion with elephants and are considering a cooking class. The simplicity of this place and this post is making me smile, I haven't been this content in ages.
My spring rolls just got here so I can't stay. Gotta eat and get back to bae. Priorities, you know. Know that I am okay, happy, alive and well.