Friends of friends are a wonderful thing; combine that with Facebook, and all of a sudden, the world is significantly smaller than it was!
When my co-workers began hearing that I was traveling to Bangkok, no less than three of them said, "You HAVE to look up Mac. He lives there, you know." My immediate response to all three was, "But I don't know Mac." I have known of this person Mac through various stories over the years from co-workers. He is a former employee of my company, and apparently a very well-liked guy, but he was gone before I started at S1. Now thanks to the prompting of my co-workers and Facebook, Mac & I have been in touch, and he has provided me a wealth of information about the city: where to dine, where to drink, what to see, and what to avoid! He even volunteered to accompany me on a tour of some temples and the Grand Palace - I think I'll have to accept that offer from possibly the only native English speaker I may encounter next week.
And yes, I did in fact pack today. I have all my work clothes laid out and my play clothes are in the dryer. It's the shoes that are killing me. I love shoes, and I have just about one pair of shoes for every outfit I own, but I'm forcing myself to be realistic. I cannot take seven pair of shoes to Thailand. For my work clothes, I'm only taking 2 pair... one black and one brown... boring! But for play shoes, I'm going to need at least another 2 pair. Maybe three, but one will be on my feet on the plane, so they don't count, right?? 5 pair for 7 days on the ground. That seems silly. Sigh. Clearly, more thought needed on the shoes situation.
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