For the last couple of weeks I’ve been looking at the photos from my trip to Laos a year ago. I woke up this morning and realized that on this day a year ago I was running around Pakse, trying to take some pictures of Champasak Palace Hotel and Wat Louang before dashing to the Pakse airport to get on the flight to Vientiane on time.
One month in Laos was too short for me. For now I can only look at the photos and remember my time there until I can be back at my birth country again. I don’t remember feeling this homesick since the first couple of years we relocated to the US. After the death of my great-grandmother and then my grandmother a year after, there was no strong tides to Laos for me. Now I have my Grand-Mama, she is almost 90 years old and I want to see her as much as possible while I can.