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crossing over ~ June 6, 2003 - 9:00 p.m. intensely tired today, but I took a nap this afternoon. it's my own fault, staying up much too late with lao boy. there's a difficulty when you're seeing someone who doesn't get off work until midnight and you get up at 7 a.m. but I did it, knowing that I didn't actually have to teach today. we had a last-minute field trip (I was just told yesterday) out to some of the wats, because the kids are studying temples in their lao class. since the lao teachers have a tendency to ditch out whenever we go somewhere with the kids, kick back in the shade and eat and smoke cigarettes, wayne and I decided to give them a taste of their own medicine. we had a lovely lazy morning wandering through the temples, and then I went home and napped. lao boy and I had a really good talk last night, about us and what we are to each other and what we both want. we're going to talk again after my vietnamese boy visits, and see where we're both at. that's going to be strange, in a lot of ways. I've gotten used to seeing lao boy every day, it's just such a part of my life. if he doesn't come over, I hang out on the corner with him for a while when he's working. I'm getting to know his friends, the other tuk-tuk drivers, and the prostitutes who also work that stretch of road. there's a lot of difficulties that arise out of our cultural differences, more than I'd imagined there'd be. we just come from such different places. there's something really sweet at the heart of it, though. we're working out what we can, and figuring it out as we go along. the way you do, you know.
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