A couple of months ago, we heard about some continued learning seminars that were being held in Chiang Mai, and decided to take advantage of them.
Bonus, we’ve never spent time in Chiang Mai.
Bonus, you have to go through Bangkok to get to Chiang Mai.
Bonus its TRAVELING.
After the trip down the mountain, a night in a small guesthouse thing, and what felt like half a day of traveling, we got to a smallish little airport. There we had some time to kill…so first off: root beer floats and hamburgers in A&W. The entire trip the boys had been bouncing up and down with excitement. But, I started to notice J was getting less and less excited, and then I knew something must be wrong because he didn’t even want his curly fries. “culy like my hair mama…”
Then he threw up…and we had a couple of runs (literally) to the bathroom, and I started having war zone flashbacks of when he had typhoid on another trip. We rushed him to the airport clinic that mercifully had air-conditioning + meds, and collapsed there until it was time to check into our flight.