My Week Without Mirrors
Two weeks ago my team and I took a four hour ride into rural northern Thailand where the village, Mae Ai is tucked between mountains and rice paddies. When we were first notified that we would be leaving the "comforts" of Chiang Mai, and trading them for mosquito nets and squatty pottys, I naturally panicked. I assumed that the lack of cleanliness, the bugs, the labor and language barrier would all be too much for me (and at some points they were). I made the decision to keep my head down and trudge through, all the while closed off to the experience as a whole. This decision of...