Don't Try So Hard...

I think I've stopped trying so hard pretending to play Khmer (is this a good thing Gail?) : ) Maybe it is too early to tell.... But last week I bought a loaf of bread for the first time since arriving in Cambodia (wholemeal, sliced, very good...) and the week before I bought a tub of yoghurt. Several days a week I still get up before 5am to do exercise around the market. Some days, though, I sleep in until 6:30. Some mornings I eat rice for breakfast. Sometimes I skip breakfast and go to the cafe around the corner for a coffee and a cinnamon roll. Sometimes I choose to stay at home with my adopted family- watch a bit of TV or just sit around. Sometimes I'll go out and talk my head off in my native tongue. Sometimes I bring my hands together in a polite greeting and smile gently. Sometimes I laugh too loudly and hardly seem to care. "Yes!" I say laughing, "Yes! I am the Strange White Fat Rich Foreigner!"