Bangkok and I have love/hate relationship. It could have been due to a mixture of circumstances since we had just gotten back from a remarkable, eye-opening few days in Cambodia, only to fall prey to a cliché scam on our first day in Bangkok. We weren’t happy about it. But, I remember sweating through my dress at 9pm, avoiding running into people on crowded sidewalks, trying to quickly glance at the delicious and bizarre street food while finding our way to a bar that a blogger recommended, when I said to the hubster:
I could live here.
And such is my relationship with Bangkok.
I was incredibly disheartened to hear about the bombings in Bangkok. I immediately used Google Maps to see where it had occurred only to find out it was near an MRT station that we used to get off at for our hotel, one which I begged the hubster to go and get coffee with me often.
So many people travel in that area. So many lives changed. So many lives lost. It’s hard to wrap your head around such hate, however often it seems to occur.
My thoughts are with the people of Thailand as they to to piece together what has happened and mourn loved ones.
