One Year Older .. Bed One Hour Earlier

What’s up lovers and friends–


It’s been a hot minute…or five months.


If you’re trying to read this letter during your TV commercial break, press that On Demand button and pause the show.  Were you watching Black Mirror by chance?


Actually, go make a bowl popcorn (Orville Kettle Corn if you need a suggestion), grab a beverage and get comfy because you’re gonna need some time to read this post.


After returning to Laos in January, I went through the worst mental slump since moving to Asia.  I probably sound dramatic now and my sister will probably roll her eyes when she reads this but I really couldn’t shake off the bad vibes.  I felt confused, sad, and hopeless all the time. It was worse than “Cat-Last-Semester-Of-College” sad. I spent a lot of time by myself. It got to a point where I started looking up plane tickets to move back home at the end of April when our term was up.


I realized a big part of that was the pressure I felt from many individuals at home about my plans for the future.  It was worse than the showers of questions graduating seniors receive at Thanksgiving and Christmas. So many times I’ve received the phrase “your life in Asia isn’t real.”

But wait. Why isn’t it real?

I pay rent, grocery bills, gas for my transportation, clock forty hours a week and travel just like “everyone else.”  Because I recieve more holiday (and I am grateful for that opportunity) than other people does not mean that I work any less.  But one’s definition of“working” is all relative, isn’t it? I feel as if there’s this taboo that stressing yourself out and sacrificing your mental stability is synonymous to being hardworking.

It makes me scared to move back to the States where the “two weeks holiday” per year is a real belief and I am consumed into the corporate wheel where one measures their worth by the hours on their timesheet, or working a salary job.  I don’t want to go back to that life.

I feel that because I vocalized over ten years ago my aspirations to pursue medicine, I was supposed to see that goal through right after undergrad.  I feel as if I am not allowed to have other passions. I mean, even if you asked me five years ago if I was going to end up being a teacher for some part of my life I would have laughed and then tweeted about it.  I have finally accepted that I will be the untraditional applicant but I don’t think some people from home do. I believe that medicine is still my vocation for one of the major parts of my life, but I am exploring other passions that will help strengthen that time when I get there.  

When I am ready.


Last year, my friend said something that stuck by me to this day.  He said that our life isn’t just one linear line that stops at that top.  It’s a serious of various scatter plots on a page and the curves of the ups and downs are what makes our life meaningful.  I think that’s what he said. I just made it sound more poetic.


I won’t get into the rest of it- but many of you from home and the several support systems I have here helped me get through those two months.



I’ve never been completely surprised in my life until this year.  The times where I did have ‘surprises,’ I found out beforehand mistakingly and would save my friends the disappointment when the time came and put on my best “OMG” emoji face. Thank goodness because I actually am terrible at reacting to surprises. I’m a planner- I like when things run smoothly. I want the I’s dotted and the T’s crossed.  I get embarrassed and run will cover my face while it turns red- the same shade as the asian glow I reflect after 3.5 drinks. This 26th birthday (day, week, month? It was stretched out) will surely be one I will treasure forever. I’ll even dedicate four scrapbook pages to it when I make the next one.


The week before, my coworkers, Lochi, and Jake surprised me with a mid-day birthday lunch.  I’ve been following the ketogenic diet so everything we ate followed my food restrictions to a T. Except the Prosecco. But that was so worth it.  Even their thought and consideration that was put into my lunch was so meaningful. They also decorated my desk with streamers and Anou gave me a birthday cake he didn’t want from his students.  I was mortified. I think that staring at a blazoned cake while people scream and sing at you is hands down one of the most awkward moments in life. Later that week, my favourite class of the term surprised me again.  There’s only eleven of them in my intermediate class and they are in University so we grew particularly close. One student brought her guitar and they sang to me. They also know that gnocchi is my favourite pasta, so another student painted my go-to dish onto a wooden keychain as a gift. How adorable is that?


That weekend, Jake and I flew to Bangkok.  We were going to take our GRE. What a way to start our holiday, right?  I anticipated the down time during those few days. I was even planning to workout, go to the mall and watch Friends on my actual birthday. Jake had other tricks up his sleeve.


The night before, he convinced me to go to a rooftop bar.  I went because Jessica was also in Bangkok for work and I reluctantly agreed to go even though I was perfectly content on the couch eating cheese cubes.  I got really sleep around ten o’clock and got concerned when it reached eleven and Jake still didn’t want to go back to my friend’s apartment.

Come on Jake, you’ve been my roommate for almost a year now. We both like to be in bed by ten thirty and it’s pushing twelve- my carriage is about to turn into a pumpkin!

Here we were at this posh rooftop bar and I was falling asleep on Jess’ shoulders.

When it turned midnight, Jake presented me with a small container of blueberry yogurt and one of the lit candles from the tables and started to sing happy birthday. Mortified Cat resurrected once again. Jake, the sweet angel that he was, knew that I wouldn’t eat the cake because of my diet.

Disclaimer: I ate all the cakes people gave me during these times. I am a weak girl.

Then, Jess bought me one of those fancy plates with a dessert and candle in it.

The next day, Jake took me for birthday drinks at my favourite rooftop bar in Bangkok, Above 11. Mallory, Nick, Jeff and Anna Maria also joined.  We had delicious shawarma afterwards, which costed about ⅛ of the drinks.

Jake is single people. I will accept applications for his next suitor.  I only want the absolute best for my Jakey poo. Please email me at

The best part of this story was before we even entered the restaurant.  Jake was wearing flip flops because we both did not pack dressy shoes. We were both traveling to Nepal afterwards — who needs stilettos and dress shoes in the Himalayas? The Kardashians would probably pull something like that. Anyways, Mr. Confident was sure that he would be allowed in.

“I made the reservation, who are they to deny me?”

Sure enough, sweet little baby angel wasn’t even allowed across the threshold. The security guard escorted him to the side and opened a closet of casual canvas shoes and Jake was forced to buy a pair to make our reservation. That moment was pure gold– it’s right up there with my surprises from him.



Pi Mai, which literally translates to New Year, is a celebration which celebrates Lao New Year in the middle of April.  I was traveling during last year’s celebration and Jess convinced me to come to Luang Prabang this year since it would be her last time.  It is my favourite place in Laos, so I agreed to come. Then Steph said she’d come. Then James. Soon, we had a group of thirteen people who agreed to meet in LP for New Year’s.  I was so excited. I just finished taking the torturous GRE and some of best humans I know in Asia would be in the same city with me for a few days. I had just seen Jess in Bangkok and we took a moment to be grateful for our lives this year.  We just had dinner in Thailand and the following evening I would be at her house in Laos.

During the first night Jess’ roommates, Camille and Sam made us a delicious pumpkin gnocchi dinner with a coconut tomato sauce.  Afterwards, Sam surprised me with a marvelous, mouth watering chocolate cake with nutella icing.

“I’ll have a slice,” I said.

I ended up eating a quarter of that darn delicious chocolate cake.


That Friday morning, I woke up at 5:30 am because Sam and I agreed to go to a bootcamp workout with her roommates.  I immediately regretted that decision when the alarm went off because I had a stomach bug. I went back to Jess’ room to tell her that I didn’t want to go when she sprung up from her bed to give me a note.




I was melting on the inside- this was the kindness gift I’ve ever received, and I didn’t even know how the day was going to unfold yet.


On the outside, all I could muster to say was “nooooo….why? This is obnoxious.”


The following is a description of that day, thanks to the notes I jogged onto my iPhone so that I wouldn’t forget every moment:


Stop One: Bootcamp Workout with Sam

We had a jogged to a temple. It was still early, so the streets weren’t flooded with tourists yet.  The workout was a bit brutal. I still have PTSD from those days we had to do stair workouts at the pool when our rugby practices were rained out.  The chlorine would burn my nose and I would hack up all sorts of disgusting loogies. It was nice to have that time with Sam– we never really get alone time together and she took me to the morning market– another first I have yet to accomplish in Luang Prabang.


Stop Two: Breakfast at the House

Everything started to make sense when I got back to the house.  Everyone from Vientiane had arrived from their night bus. Jess didn’t come workout because she, James, Casey stayed back to cook breakfast.  It was all keto friendly too– bacon, eggs, avocado, saffron black coffee and bread for those perfect humans who were patient with my dietary restrictions.  We all sat around their big dining table with the river as our background and the morning breeze swifting in and out the window.


Stop Three: Coffee with Galen at my favourite cafe, Saffron.  

We sat by the Mekong river, dissected and reflected on our year while sipping on cold brew, latte, and devouring a gluten free brownie with espresso butter. Yes, espresso butter. If Heaven had a flavour, that would be it.  While Galen was driving me to my next destination, he abruptly blurted out “IF– I forgot to take a picture.” He immediately whipped out his phone and snapped a selfie mid driving. Galen should never be permitted to teach a Driver’s Ed course.


Stop Four: Exploration with Steph around the City

Since I’ve never visited any of the famous tourist spots in Luang Prabang (all I do when I visit is lay in Jess’ bed and go out to eat), Steph was my personal guide.  First, we drove to an abandoned lily pond. It was beautiful in it’s own broken, deconstructed way. There were broken down huts surrounded by a fresh lush of greenery.  Then, she drove me to the outskirts of the city and upon our return she told a story about random spots we passed that held memories in her life. It was one of the more special moments in our friendship.  By the way, I was told that Steph and Galen were the masterminds of this scavenger hunt. I owe it to these two fantastic beings for an absolutely amazing day.


Stop Five: Lunch at Ock Pok Top with Sophie’s Family

I have always wanted to visit the Ock Pok Top Creative Arts Center.  If you don’t know what it is, google it. You know Sophie from my older posts– I got to meet her parents!! They had just flew in from London the day before and we had a wonderful lunch on the river.  The place settings were beautiful– it sported all of my favourite color shades. I would describe it as the Asian inspiration of Lily Pullitzer and Kate Spade. I enjoyed getting to know Sophie’s family and sharing a wonderful lunch with them.  Afterwards, we took a tour around the workshop and since Sophie is already a textile genius she gave us the tour herself as we explored the various art pieces on the looms. We took a pink tuk tuk back into town for my next stop and we were splashed by stand byers with water hoses and screaming children.  New Year’s was here.


Stop Six: Tipsy Island with Becca, James, Neng and Sebastian

My next stop was at a rice wine bar on the river.  I was immediately greeted with splashes of water from four water guns and it wouldn’t stop until I finished my shots.

“We were supposed to get her tipsy, not drunk,” Becca reminds the group.

James didn’t bother to listen.

On our way to the next stop, James and I were soaked by heavily-beer influenced crowds who mercilessly aimed their water hoses at our motorbike.  I was one hundred percent saturated by the time I arrived at my next stop.


Stop Seven: Lao Lao Garden with Soqui’s Family

My roommate, Soqui, her brother and her dad were at the next place.  Lao lao is my least favorite drink in Laos– it’s the equivalent of the cheapest liquor. It burns as it flows down your esophagus and churns at it settles in your stomach.  Soqui could tell that I was done, or “turnt” as she’d described it- so she didn’t make me take another shot. My girl. Everyone else met us shortly afterwards and we all huddled into a big tuk tuk to go back to Jess’ house.


Stop Eight: Sunset Boat Cruise on the Mekong

A boat picked us up at the bottom of the hill at Jess’ house.  I also haven’t been on the sunset boat yet and was so excited! Jess started it off with by playing my Spotify workout playlist.  Why does she know the songs? Because she lets me use her Spotify. What a doll I know. I have five playlists on her account. I haven’t added country music onto it Jess. I won’t. I promise.  It was such a good time- between the drinks, food, laughter and pictures- I had a minute to catch some of the sun set and take a moment to thank God for the day, for my life and for my family and friends.


Stop Nine: The Beer Olympics that Never Happened.

The title is self explanatory.

We did muster up some energy to play some games. And I got some…let’s call it…dance performances from some of my friends.  It was all in good fun. I’m just grateful that were not recorded because my facial expression was even worse that surprised, horrified Cat.

Some of them chipped in to buy me a gym bag from Passa Pa- my favorite, favorite, store in Laos.

I didn’t cry all day but that nearly pushed me over the edge.  I started to tear up when I laid in bed with Jess later that night and we recapped the day.


My last surprise was in Nepal. I haven’t seen Mai Yer for a week and after our three day trek, we went to a Vegan restaurant for the night.  Okay guys, I know what you’re thinking– but we had pumpkin pierogies with chocolate sauce, pesto momo’s (Nepali dumplings) and cauliflower steak.  If you go there one day and do not enjoy your meal you can venmo charge me your check.

Our guide from the trip also met up with us and picked up a birthday cake that read “Happy Birthday Pumpkin.” Food pet names are endearing– I’m glad everyone is finally catching on.


That is the end of my birthday surprises– I will always remember it, treasure it and be grateful.




If anything, the flight from Bangkok to Nepal served as an indication of what my first few days in would look like.  It was without question, the worst flight I have ever flown– and I had a stomach virus so I was feeling subpar. The foreshadowing continued as I arrived at the immigration desk.  The officer asked me some protocol questions. However, he continued to look at me and then my passport. “Are you sure you’re not Chinese or Filipino? Where are your parents from? Why are you working in Laos?”

Dude, are you serious? I was five seconds away from puking all over the counter. I was patient but my stomach was not playing any games.  After a few minutes, he finally let me go.

I finally got to Pass Go and Collect $200.  


I did not feel welcomed.


During the next few days, Steph, Kim, Mai Yer, Zach and I trekked from Sundarijal to Chisapani to Nagarkot.  The first day was an 18 kilometer uphill trek- WITH STAIRS. The sun was unforgiving and the dust was relentless.  I thought that I was fit and in shape but I was humbled that day. Nonetheless, it was filled with laughter, heart to hearts, new card games, and lots of momo’s.  Momo’s are Nepal’s version of dumplings. They remind me more of potstickers. The best kinds I had that week were fried buffalo momo’s. I survived on momo’s, nuts and masala and ginger tea during those three days.  When I was walking alone during the trek, I would make it a point to take in all of the scenery around me. It was beautiful. We would arrive at our accomodations in the late afternoons and that provided us time to unwind and relax before dinner and the 9pm bedtimes.

I love sleeping early.


On our way back to Kathmandu, we stopped at Bhaktapur and visited a palace.  It was destroyed by the earthquake but many of the structures still stand. We saw the tallest temple in Nepal and  goat sacrifices (I realized how desensitized I am as people walked by with bloody goat heads on platters and I didn’t even flinch.  


Steph, Zach and I stayed at a place called Cosy Nepal in Kathmandu.  We had two separate living areas: one that included a kitchen and living room with a piano and another with a living area and a bed in the upstairs loft with a balcony overlooking our garden patio.  I 100% recommend anyone who is visiting Nepal to stay there.

Tip:  Do not make my mistake and book on AirBnB– it is way, way, way, cheaper to book through the company directly.


The best meal I had that week was at a Newari restaurant with another PiA fellow, Patrick, who is working at an NGO in Kathmandu.  Newari is an indigenous tribe in Nepal, and the restaurant, Honacho, was recommended to me by more than two people- so I knew we had to go!

The whole experience was awesome.  It was located behind a shrine in the middle of Durbar Square (Squares are places that were filled with shrines and temples).  We couldn’t find it and Google Maps didn’t help. It was literally in between a tiny alleyway of two shops. When you walked in, there was a floorless room with wooden tables and blue tarps in place of ceilings.  Two women were cooking on two flat stone surfaces and multiple silver pots filled with savory soups.

Oh yes.

Patrick spoke Nepali so we were told to go upstairs.  We sat on the terrace of the building by sever large, blue containers and the trusty blue tarp over our heads.  While we waited for our food, three monkeys literally ten inches from me jumped over our tarp and onto the edge of the shrine fifteen feet away.  I was half terrified and half amazed, but it also felt so normal.

The meal consisted of shareable plates of flattened rice, spicy buffalo, lentil egg pancakes, chickpeas and their beer. I only had one glass and I was feeling it. It’s five o’ clock somewhere right?


Nepal is a country that I would like to revisit without hesitation.  Next time, I’d like to tackle a more difficult trek like the Annapurna Circuit and maybe in the later future… Everest base camp?


Any takers?




I really did not have any expectations for India.  The only thing people would tell me is, “you’re going to get sick.”

I guess I carried all my lucky charms to India because my stomach was loads better than it was in Nepal.

I was so excited to see Maura– I only got to see her twice when I was home this Christmas.

“I’ve been waiting for this hug,” she said when we embraced at the hotel.

Nicole flew in from London the next day and the gang was complete: Catherine, Maura, Nicole, Zach and I.  We drew attention everywhere we went whether it was because of our actions, what we said or just the appearance of our motley crew.

During the first two hours in India I tripped and fell on my face in the middle of a crowded, public square.  While my friends tried to breathe during their fits of laughter, two strangers were actually concerned for my safety and made sure I was okay.

After muttering a quick, “okay,” I screamed into Nando’s and prayed that everyone would be gone by the time we finished supper.

I certainly made an entrance.



We rented a driver for four days and visited sites around Delhi the next morning.  It helped to alleviate any stress we might have encountered with transportation– it made the trip smoother because we didn’t have to arrange getting from sight to sight.  The first stop was a mosque. I learned quickly that we were going to be ripped off everywhere during my time here. We had to pay an entrance fee to get in, but I learned a few days after that we only had to pay if we had an actual camera. After leaving, a man told us that we had to pay him for “watching our shoes.” Catherine and I immediately turned on our sass and refused.  That’s absurd. We had to take off our shoes and there was absolutely no “shoe guard” in site. He did hassle money out of poor Maura and she reluctantly handed over 100 rupees. I made it my mission to watch over Maura the rest of the trip. I hate getting scammed.

Later on in the day, Maura really had to use the bathroom, but our driver didn’t want to take us to a rest stop while we waited for Zach and Catherine at one of the landmark sites. He suggested that Maura pee behind a bush. Are you serious? There were thousands of people at this historical site and there was a person surrounding any bush that was present.  Maura really had to go so I held her scarf in front of her (which barely did anything) while four elderly men sat by a fifty feet away. Our friendship reached a new level that afternoon.

There were a lot of people who wanted to take pictures with my friends– they would say that they never met foreigners before and I think the selfies they took with strangers exceeded the amount of pictures they took of themselves that week.


Agra –This is where things get juicier

The beginning of our road trip began with Catherine realizing that she left her jeans at the hotel.  When she called the reception, they informed her that the jeans were not there. Catherine was livid.  An angry Catherine is scary. I was worried for the man on the other end of the call. I was praying that they’d find her pants when we returned at the end of the week.  This was the begining of India playing cruel jokes on her.

Agra is a four hour drive from Delhi- it’s where the Taj Mahal is located.  We stopped at a tourist-trap restaurant for lunch and by that I mean one of those cushy places with AC where they feed tourists “local cuisines” but actually water it down and cook the food to appease the western palate.   Zach kept raving about how good the food was but I didn’t want to break his heart. I had butter chicken and while it was tasty, I knew that this wasn’t the real deal. All of a sudden, some of the kitchen staff bolted for the door (Catherine thought they were going to break up a fight) but do you know what? The kitchen was ON FIRE!  We were in the middle of paying our bill. The manager was telling the diners to remain seated and stay calm while the rest of the waiters were congregating around the front door and the restaurant started to become filled with smoke as the bright blames continued to dance behind the kitchen door. Our driver rushed us out of there– traffic started to pile up as everyone stopped to watch the disaster unfold.  It was a chaotic mess!


Later in the day, we went to the Taj Mahal.  Catherine has literally been waiting her whole life for this moment- it was so exciting to watch her dreams come true. Many people have Paris or New York as their #1- but Catherine’s was the Taj Mahal, so it was  a special day for her.  Now, even though it’s a special moment it doesn’t mean that we escaped the little mishaps that follow us.  We had to pay more money for our ticket (as for all the places we visited) because we’re foreigners. Right after we purchased the ticket, a man (who seemed legit) told us that we were allowed to receive a free government guide and got to skip the lines. What a steal, right? WE WERE SCAMMED AGAIN.  Sure, we got to skip some lines and see some demonstrations, but they wanted tip money from us and we were led to another gift shop where they sold them fake marble souvenirs. While leaving, Nicole and Catherine got asked to take a picture with a baby. The parents placed the young one into their arms and the child proceeded to burst into tears.  

“It’s okay– It’s your auntie.” The dad cooed to the little boy.


A mere two hours later, Zach and Catherine walked across the street to treat themselves to McDonalds.  Maura, Nicole and I chose to lay horizontal and eat peanut butter and jerky. Catherine returned half an hour later and bursted into a fit of laughter.  Where is Zach? We were curious.  She had to take a couple of deep breaths before recapping their adventure moments earlier.


There weren’t any street lamps, so the only source of light emanated from the store fronts.  Zach stepped into a pile of animal feces that was scooped into a neat pile. His Birkenstocks? Not so neat.  They still walked into the McDonald’s and the staff and Zach was given a hairnet. They took him to the back of the kitchen and had him wash his sandals.  


There was always something that happened wherever we went. We’re like the traveling circus.


Speaking of circuses, we travelled to Jaipur the next day.  It was my favourite place in India. Catherine’s friends, who visited India a month prior, suggested that we visit a carnival.  Nicole and I decided to stay back at the hotel to finish up work and the three amigos embarked on their next adventure. When they weren’t back at 11 pm, we grew a bit concerned.  When I saw them the next morning, my level of surprised was suppressed because– of course these things are bound to happen to us.


They took an Uber to the carnival- which ended up being forty five minutes away from our hotel.  Once they arrived, they discovered that the entrance ticket was 700 rupees (more than our museum ticket entrances).  It turned out to be a total tourist trap. They received subpar henna art and they just wanted ice cream. Being the only tourists there, they were center of attention, especially with Maura’s beautiful blonde locks.  They were seated in the center of a dining area while locals sat around seats encircling them on the outer space. The people were staring and laughing. Nicole and I were mortified for them.

“They kept putting bread (naan) and butter (ghee) on our plates and telling us to eat.”

“It was the most awkward moment in my life,” recalls Zach.  


Later on, our driver took us to a workshop.  The textiles and fabrics there are sold to Anthropologie, but the man brought us to a showcase room on the upper floor to sell us blankets, scarves and other cashmere and pashmina blankets.  I made a comment about the prices and he asked if I was Latina, because “they’re clever,” he explained, but it sounded derogatory.


Because I inquired about the ridiculous prices he set? Okay.


So anyways, we got scammed into buying these scarves that were supposed to be real baby pashmina. There was a throw blanket that I completely regretted not purchasing until I found out a few days later that it was fake. They wanted $107 for it. I talked them down to $75 after telling Zach, “We can just find this on seasonal clearance at LL Bean.”

Later, Zach told me that the shopkeepers called me “a cheap girlfriend who wants to use your money for drinks later.” Haha, okay.


We were climbing a very steep hill one day to visit Amber Fort.  In the midst elephant poo splattered on the ground and the blistering sun, there were three or four people at a time trying to sell us souvenirs.  Polite declines are only invitations for them to sell harder. There was one British guy who replied, “Do you know the word: hungover?”

Touche, sir.


We all squished into an Uber one day– four of us in the back and Catherine in the front.  Well, we got pulled over and ticketed by the police… because Catherine wasn’t wearing a seatbelt.  Nope, not because of the four uncomfortably squished humans in the backseat.

“You have to pay a fine. 200 rupees.” barks the policeman.

“Can I see a piece of paper? How much is the fine?” Catherine demands.

“Okay fine, 100 rupees.”

We didn’t even question his statement.


Traffic in India is nuts. The drivers are not afraid to hit pedestrians. I think I am down to four Cat lives by now.


Regardless of the mishaps we went through, I can’t help but laugh at them now. It made our trip more unique and I miss those guys.


India is a beautiful country built upon layers of history, even more beautiful people who carry wonderful souls and are born with grit and resilience.  I appreciate their hussle.

The food was a melody of delicious flavours and spices. I could never get bored of Indian food.




Myanmar was… a memorable adventure.


When I landed, Siyu (a PiA fellow I kept in touch with after orientation) picked me up from the airport.  We only had five hours until I had to leave for the night bus to Bagan, a province to the North of Burma. I was touched by her kind gesture– it was her last week in Myanmar (she’s going to be a Schwartzman scholar in Beijing next year and has another fellowship in Finland this summer..what a BAMF!) and I know she had other things to do than to wait at the airport Arrivals gate for me.  We had lunch at a Burmese restaurant and had tea leaf salad, shan noodles, beef curry, and chickpea tofu. We caught up over tea and food for three hours and then I met up with my coworker, Molly, for our night bus to Bagan.

We travelled with a company called JJ Express– I highly recommend it! The seats reclined, you got a blanket and snacks and there was even a little TV on the back of everyone’s seats.  If you’ve ever had to endure a night bus in Asia, know that JJ Express is top of the line for this mode of travel.


Molly and I stayed at a resort called Myanmar Han– and we only paid twenty five dollars a night because it was low season.  Although it was outside of town, it was so perfect, relaxing and quaint.

We rented electronic motorbikes to zip through the temples.  Once upon a time, there used to be ten thousand temples around Bagan. Now, there are a little over two thousand.  It was like driving through an actual Temple Run game. There were temples to our left and right.  I was excited about and zipped through a sandy pathway to snap a good picture. My E-bike got stuck in the sand. Oh no.. I was hot, sweaty and getting impatient. All I could do was laugh.  Molly and I tugged at my bike for ten minutes until I was set free. I avoided sand roads the rest of my time there.


We hiked up a mountain to visit a Pagoda later on in the day and there were monks and local men pounding away at the concrete to repatch the path.  The views were incredible: the valleys were magistically placed and it was surrounded by a plethora of temples in different sizes, shapes and designs. On our way back down, the monks offered us a questionable red drink.  They were slightly inebriated, no doubt. Molly responded with a resounding “no way!” The men laughed as we scurried down the mountain.


The next day, Molly and I drove around the Old and New Bagan.  We were looking for the riverfront to watch sunset but found a deadzone.  There was a group of boys playing pickup soccer and we joined their game. The boys wanted Molly and I to play one on one against each other.  They were thoroughly entertained that Messi (me) was getting by butt kicked.


One of the most beautiful scenes of Bagan is when we went to watch sunrise.  Although it was too cloudy, the scenery was absolutely breathtaking. It was one of those views where a picture could never do it justice. I tried and miserably failed.  There were temples, big, small, brown and white sprinkled along the land and it stretched for what seemed like miles. Do you know when you’re laying on the beach and the ocean seems endless? That’s what it was like but with decorative temples.


Also– one of the more scarier nights of my time in Asia occurred while I was in Bagan.  It started to downpour which quickly turned into a flash flood. My hotel was twenty five minutes outside of town and the electric bike didn’t surpass 35 kilometers per hour.  At first, I was laughing and thought, “Okay, this is just going to be another one of those adventures.” Soon after, I was stuck in two feet of water and my bike started to get pulled by the force of the water flooding the street. Some men sitting at a restaurant shouted, “go, go!”  There was only street lights a quarter of the way home and then it was pitch dark. Guys, it was so scary. It was cold, wet, dark, and completely terrifying. I could already imagine my Missing Persons sign tacked up on a tree somewhere. When I got back to the hotel, I discovered that my phone got surged by the power outage so I was out of touch.


The next evening, I took a night bus back to Yangon.  I wrote the address of my hotel into the book I was reading and scribbled Siyu’s number at the bottom of the page.  That’s how I got around in Yangon for the next two days: a map and writing down addresses on a piece of paper to show taxi drivers.  It was actually fun and helped me to be really present and rely on my intuition rather than my electronic device.


I got to hang out with Zach, my roommate from last year.  He’s completing his second year fellowship in Yangon and it was cool to see him thriving in a new city.  I met some of his coworkers and friends and we went to a sushi restaurant for lunch and this chill craft beer brewery near his apartment.


Myanmar was fun but I was so excited to go back to Laos.



I was in Laos for approximately sixteen hours before I took a five hour bus to Khon Kaen to visit Julian.  He decided to move back to Seattle after his post finishes in May and I definitely wanted to see the goober before he headed back Stateside.  My friendship with Julian is one of those low maintenance bonds where we do not have to speak everyday to nurture our relationship. Also, he gets me.


When I got off the bus, we went to the mall to eat Japanese food.  Immediately after that, I bought a bubble tea with frozen yogurt doused on top.  Following that we went to a local shop in his neighborhood to buy Durian. If you find a friend that willingly eats Durian with you, keep them around forever.  His roommates and their girlfriends were so worried because we drank beer with the pungent fruit. Apparently you can die after eating that combination. Well, I’m still alive folks. Then, we went to have drinks at one of my favourite bars in Khon Kaen– it’s surrounded by rice fields and cows. I’m totally serious.  We ate noodles afterwards and hit up 7/11 to buy snacks after a night out at a reggae bar. Yes, I went to Khon Kaen for a food feast with Julian.


My friendship with Julian is similar to many of the other relationships I’ve built through PiA.  I have met such incredible humans who have helped me to grow and to pull me up. I’ve learned to be proud of all of me through all the individuals and interactions in my journeys the past two years.


It’s hard to believe that my second year is almost ending– I know that this upcoming last year will only fly by twice as fast.



kitty xoxo


My Lao-ng Journey Home

Hey playas:


I am excited for your warm hugs, catching up over Yuengling, impromptu dance sessions and family games which will surely end in a conniption. My mom cheated the last time we played Cranium and I was so bothered.

This past Autumn, I read a book called the Defining Decade by Meg Jay.  Basically, if you are in your twenties and open to discovering an interesting viewpoint on life I highly recommend checking out her book.  Meg helped me to reflect on the decisions I make in my life: from the small choices throughout my daily activities to even bigger ones like deciding to stay in Laos until 2019. Oh..right. I will explain the latter to you guys in person.  She talked about the mind, body,infamous hookup culture, and the subject that struck me the most– my career.  At eighteen years old, and to my friend Julian’s surprise,  I had a ten year plan after graduating from high school.  I was going to graduate from La Salle, go to med school, marry my high school sweetheart and have my first kid by twenty eight.

None of that happen obviously.  And I’m grateful (no offense Grogan haha) because I never would be here, in Laos, after living through such an incredible, profound, and challenging year.  Just in the past three months I helped organize a TedX Women event, was on the cover of a Lao magazine, participated in a UN discussion table, ran a half marathon in Angkor Wat and  won a contest to stay in a five star hotel.  None of this would have ever happened if I followed through with post-high school goals. Even after three motorbike accidents and two house robberies, and as AJ recently told me, “five cat lives left,” I’m still eager to learn more about myself through this magnificent region of the world.


If I still had a concrete ten year plan right now to please eighteen year old Cat, it would only include: to leave this world better than I found it.


Last month, I met a girl named Ha.  She’s a rugby coach in Vietnam– but she’s hella young and has accomplished so much at the ripe age of nineteen.  She was interning here with Lao Rugby and I was helping her write a CV.  Ha shared her story with me — I don’t think I’m at liberty to write about it but she also said to me afterwards “we’re from the same heritage but you got to grow up in the US.” It made me feel a little guilty- but also super grateful for all the sacrifices my mom and dad made for my sisters and I when they immigrated to the US.  Ha also taught me to stand my ground whenever I believe in something because that girl surely did whenever she believed in something. I’m going to miss that ball of energy.


Because I’m not a PiA Fellow anymore, my spot was filled by another fellow, who happens to also be my roommate Jake.  I was cooking dinner one night and he refused to fry the chicken so he went to pick up wine instead.  My favorite beverage is hella expensive here so we always go for boxed wine… I know, I thought I got rid of those days after college.  Anyways, the boxed wine was three years past its expiration date. So what did my little angel do? He walked back to the store with a wine glass to show the merchants the vomit- inducing liquid that poured out of the tap and we got our money back.  We had chicken parm sans wine that night but lesson learned: check the expiration date when buying wine people.



An update of my travels the past two months:
Bangkok, Thailand


I met up with Zach in Bangkok.  My friend, Trina, came along for the weekend trip. She’s from the Bay Area and I hit it off with her right away when we first met.  She’s interning in Vientiane and her work revolves around food imports. Girl will never be hungry.

  • It took approximately fifty five minutes for me to snap on Zach and commence our banter.  After more than a year of being apart, jetlagged and hangry, he still knows how to push my buttons.
  • The first night, we went to a rooftop bar called Speakeasy.  It was at a hotel called The Muse.  The whole place was very Gatsby/1920’s.  We had Thai fusion food for dinner complemented with some white vino because ya girl has not acquired taste buds for red yet.  Speakeasy is easily my new favorite rooftop bar in Bangkok.
  • The next morning I took Zach and Trina running to my favorite park in the Sukhumvit neighborhood.  While we were running, the Thai National Anthem (correct me if I’m wrong) began to play on the loudspeakers and everyone reverently faced towards the nearest display of the king. Zach was really amazed. “Wow, people follow the rules on this side of the world.” Oh, he hasn’t even experienced Singapore yet.
  • That night, we went to eat at Gaggan, the number one restaurant in Asia and number seven in the world.  How did we score seats at the Chef’s Lab table? Three months prior reservation and twelve emails back and forth with the reservations team.  I’ve been looking forward to this ever since I learned about Gaggan last December.  Admittedly, I’ve watched countless Youtube videos and read a few reviews of the whole experience. It was a twenty five course tasting menu of progressive Indian fusion dishes.  It was an incredible three hours– yes, it took that long!  The menu was a printed paper of twenty five emojis and you did not learn of the ingredients until the very end.  My top five favorite dishes were the tuna belly sashimi, goat brain curry, tom yum ice cream, deconstructed scallop curry and a lobster curry dosa.  Some close contenders was a lemon cheesecake magnum bar designed to look like a minion and a riesling wine snow cake. Guys, it was such a wonderful meal!
  • Afterwards, we went to have drinks at Above 11, a very hip Peruvian and Japanese bar by our hotel. Whenever I feel adventurous and order drinks outside of my normal realm they tend to be a very poor excuse of a cocktail.  Thank goodness Zach was there because he let me have his smoky apple martini and drank my picante sour




I’ve been looking forward to traveling to the Maldives.  The photos of the islands in magazines and the internet are always picturesque and perfect.  Traveling to the most romantic destination in the world with your best friend was amusing, to say the least.  There would be moments where I would be impatient with Zach and ask him to leave me alone in the dining room so that I can do work and would receive concern looks from onlookers in return.  It seemed as However, I was disappointed. I was actually bored.  If I wasn’t doing work, eating, or going for a run, I was sleeping. I need to hike a mountain or bike a trail or engage in local cultural activities.  The food at the hotels and resort was so bad that Zach and I went to a Halal shop everyday to eat these fried fish balls and banana beignets.  Oh, and gelato. I ate gelato three times a day and my body made me pay for it.  There was just no culture even though we stayed on a local island. Sure, it was the most aesthetically pleasing and beautiful blue water I’ve seen in my entire life but Zach and I were just not amused.

  • The merchants or waiters always addressed me and not Zach for any questions or clarifications. I like the Maldives.
  • WE.SAW.DOLPHINS! A school of them were playing by our speedboat on our way to the resort (haha, what is my life) and my stomach leaped when I saw one fly out of the water.  They’re my favorite animals in the whole word and I always wanted to be that basic tourist who traveled to SeaWorld to play with them but these wild dolphins were definitely way cooler.
  • There was a shark feeding hour at the resort. Okay, I admit– I was interested and partook in the crazy tourist picture taking for the first five minutes but then I realized how bonkers this whole experience was. The weight limit was definitely exceeded as sixty people crammed onto the fragile dock as these hungry scavengers chomped on the smelly fishy flesh that was thrown at them. I remember thinking at one point, “if one of these bad boy poles break I will die and all of the money I spent on gelato this morning will be wasted.” At least my sister would have had a cool eulogy to write.



We squeezed two and a half days into our trip for Zach to see a little bit of Vietnam.  I love traveling to Hanoi– this was my third time visiting in the past year so I was familiar with the locations of all my favorite places to eat.  I felt so comfortable when we landed– traveling to Vietnam and exploring my heritage on my own terms last year has brought  me to appreciate my culture and identity.  When I was younger I felt as if my Dad sort of forced it upon me so I rebelled.  I can explain it like this — My Big Fat Greek Wedding without the wedding part.


I told Zach that we were going on a customized food tour and I think he forgot how big my appetite was. I ate precisely fourteen macaroons that weekend, third wheeled Zach’s grinder date and the flight attendant even made a compliment about my mixed ethnicity. This is a first in Vietnam! I’ll take that small victory.




Came here with my coworkers to run a half marathon.  We trained for three months and I even finished the race on an injury. I was too stubborn to sit out. This explains why I’m always prone to injury.  Met new fellows there from Vietnam, Singapore and Myanmar.  The vegan food was FABULOUS. No guys, I’m eating meat again but vegan food is actually delicious.  We went dancing Friday night and I dragged my forty year old co worker into a club. I didn’t eat bugs this year and my stomach is eternally grateful.

The half was the most aesthetic running route and the crowd’s energy was awesome.

10/10 would recommend.



Guys, I really cannot wait to see you all so soon! Three more sleeps until I’m back on the best coast east coast!


kitty xoxo


I’ve got Friends in Lao Places

Hey y’all:

My first year as a PiA fellow in Laos has officially ended.

Twelve months, eleven visits from friends, ten countries, thirty-six flights and a fully stamped passport book.  It’s also sporting a rusty stain on page twenty-five, complements of the Krispy Kreme donut during my layover in Bangkok. Ya girl was craving for sweets! Since then, I’ve upgraded to a fresh, fifty-two page booklet that is awaiting to be tattooed again.  This year, I’ve been mistaken for many Asian ethnicities along with Samoan and Burmese being newly added to the ongoing list.

There’s a saying in Laos, “bor pen nyang,” it means “no worries.” There’s a thirty-five percent chance the lion king song is streaming through your head… now. I’ve learned to adopt the saying into my life practice– I’m pretty sure the 21-year-old Type A version of myself is going nuts.

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Molly, Alice & I danced it out before class and were caught by onlooking Lao Staff. Borpenyang.

In addition to my other escapades the past three months, this was a summer of personal accomplishments: I cut my 5k time to sub 25 minutes, I learned to be comfortable in solitude by dining alone for the first time, did my first head stand at yoga, completed my first solo travel trip, learned how to give my students classroom instructions completely in lao, and became vegan. Okay, you can stop laughing.  I know.. I’m a red meat and ice cream aficionado, but this growing older thing is doing something to my body. Beyoncé was right y’all. I feel more refreshed and more alert in the afternoons… it’s less sass people have to deal with.

As I reflect back on my year, I am aware that to focus on only the wonderful memories would be doing an injustice because this incredible year was created by the lows as much as the highs.  I was caught off guard and tested all of the time, yet I’ve grown to  more resiliency than ever.  And that’s all because of the relationships I’ve formed in all of my interactions this year: in the classroom, around a wooden table filled with steaming dishes of spicy food, on an airplane, in taxi, walking to the store…anytime and anywhere.  Weak ties that have certainly become stronger.  

This summer, I met a war veteran who worked in Camp Bucca in Iraq who now owes an American burger franchise in Vientiane.  He taught me that life will most certainly throw you in many directions but to learn from every road and turn.  I also taught a tourism course this summer and met many adults from all provinces in Laos.   At our staff soccer games, the men commented “Lina, you run fast…like a man.” Unbeknownst to them, I actually took that as a compliment. In Nan, Thailand, Bailey and I ate pad Thai at her favorite shop while we engaged in a language exchange with the owners and their daughter. I felt so at ease. It was one of those moments where I am perfectly content with my life. 

In July, my dad’s sister came to visit. She was en route to Phnom Penh to check on the La Sallian school and the convent sent her to Vientiane because they want to open a school in Laos.  She ended up running into the Singapore Ambassador who was educated by the Christian Brothers and wants a school opened here as well.  It was eerie to watch her visit the home she grew up in. It’s been over forty years since she has been back and also an emotional moment for her.  We went to visit temples and sights that she was not allowed to see while growing up here.  It put things into perspective for me.  I’m pretty desensitized to temples and Buddhas now but watching her in awe at these magnificent structures reminded me to appreciate these small moments. I’m sure I will miss it when I am surrounded by noise pollution and skyscrapers this winter.  Our afternoons were spent eating fruit and drinking tea while she shared stories of my father’s immigration to the States. I never understood why my dad never shared the stories with my sisters and I– but listening to my aunt recollect those months was chilling and only made me appreciate my parents even more.

Living in Asia has led me to sew a cloak of compassion, patience and perseverance.  I’m so grateful for this year–the growth and learning from these past twelve months have led me closer to where I am meant to be in life.

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New PiA Kids on the Block. (I miss you Kat&Sara!)



Whenever I travel to another country, particularly in southeast Asia, I can usually gauge what the vibe will be like through second-hand research and peruses on the internet.  However, I will admit that I was completely surprised as to how much I thoroughly enjoyed Shanghai.  I first stayed with Kai, one of my friends who went to Swarthmore, and he lives in the French Concession part of town.  It might as well be called Brooklyn, New York.  All of the fellows there took me to different Chinese restaurants throughout the week so that I can taste the different foods of various regions within Chinese.  My top favorite was a restaurant called Lotus Garden, where they served Yunnan food.  I also stayed with Shannon, who teaches at an international school in a suburb province of Shanghai.  Shannon is also from Philly– she went to Friends Select and Bates College in Maine for university.  She also taught a bunch of international students at Yale this summer. Girl is so badass. It’s funny that we lived fifteen minutes away from one another our whole lives and never crossed paths until last year.  We talked a lot this year and it was so nice to finally be together in person.  Basically all we did was eat, talk, watch YouTube videos and yell at the laptop while we watched the last GOT episode.  Right next door to Songjiang is Thames Town, which was built to replicate the same English town in the U.K. It has a pub, a statue of James Bond and even cobblestone streets. I really felt as if I was running through a small European town during my morning runs.

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Reunited in Shanghai. The last time we were all together was at Princeton. 

Some highlights of China that my brain currently remembers: 

  • This was the first country where I was not mistaken for a local. No one ever commented on the color of my skin. It was so refreshing. However, I did get some stares while I was walking around the street and sometimes people would ask where I was from. I wonder what the locals thought about me.
  • Kai lives in part of town called the French Concession and there are big screens scattered throughout the sidewalks that replay clips of people who jaywalked before zooming onto their face with a red box drawn around. Guys, it’s an actual walk of shame.
  • Henry and I went to get Hong Kong breakfast one morning and the waitress asked me questions even after Henry ordered our whole meal in Mandarin.  As a matter of fact, whenever the group traveled anywhere that week I bet it was funny to the onlookers when all my friends would speak Chinese and I, the only Asian, could only say “waiter,” “check” and count from one to ten.  
  • I took the Shanghai Maglev train on my way to the airport. It’s the fastest commercial train in the world and our 6 minute ride to the airport was made possible with speeds of 301 km per hour.  When I took the cab the week before into the city, the ride took one hour.
  • I thought we had decent Chinese food in Philly until I ate authentic Chinese food all week and now I don’t think I can stomach American Chinese food anymore.
  • I developed a strong desire to travel to western China.


Last year, I thought that my discernment period would have passed on and my life would be figured out. These things are supposed to happen organically, right?


Rather, my mentor has helped me to accept that if I’m living right, there’s never going to be a final destination stop at any point in my life because humans are constantly growing and evolving.

Makes sense.

In addition, I have been instilled with so many other lessons:

  • A deeper knowledge of current events  in Asia and a motley of jeopardy facts. I guess this is what happens when most of the people in your cohort were IR majors and did not spend four years of university study human anatomy and dissecting animals. 
  • Realization that my dad has been using some Lao phrases to me while growing up and it wasn’t actually Vietnamese! Ex) turning on/off light. Wow, I can’t think of any right now– stage fright.

Zach is the next one to come visit for my midterm break in a few weeks– get ready for more La Salle reunion pics!
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kitty xoxo

Philadelphia to Philippines!


They say distance makes the heart grow fonder.  This phrase has been particularly true describing my relationship with my friends and loved ones from home during this year.  Frankly, I was worried about moving away, not to mention: another country, continent and time zone.  However, I am blessed to have a home base that is filled with love, support, and understanding for my spontaneity and non-traditional life decisions. Love that is often expressed in the form of written letters, cards, spontaneous phone calls and eleven flights to Asia.  They are timeless.  Distance does not strain our dynamics, as a matter of it, it strengthens it.  I read a book by Heidi Priebe during my trip to the Philippines and there’s one chapter that stood out to me titled “what we forget when we say the timing’s wrong.” She spoke to my soul, that insightful woman, and reminded me of all the incredible relationships I am so grateful to have in my life.

The truth about timing being wrong is that it’s nothing more than the world’s flimsiest reason not to try.  We live in the age of relentless communication and instantaneous connection. We find ourselves living in a time when it’s possible to wake up to a good morning text every day from someone who is clear across the world. And when you look at it that way, it doesn’t seem so bad. It doesn’t seem unbearable to wait for a few painstaking years or a single stretch of absence that will eventually be bridged. Saying that the timing and distance is wrong is saying nothing more than “you aren’t worth any inconvenience.

The people we meet at the wrong time are actually just the wrong people. You never meet the right people at the wrong time because the right people are timeless. The truth is, when we pass someone up because the timing is wrong, what we are really saying is that we don’t care to spend our time with that person

Twenty five has taught me some valuable lessons thus far.  For instance, not to take things at face value.  I trust easily and my sisters always have to remind me that many times people refrain from the whole truth.  One never does stop growing, do they? My mom, who recently discovered texting two years ago, is playing catch up. Nevertheless, she’s learning fast. Right now she’s on the eighth grade phase where she screenshots pictures of quotes and motivational sayings.  Mostly Bible quotes. However, last week she sent me one from Frank Ocean. At this rate, I’ll be expecting lyrics from Drake and Eminem in a couple of weeks.  Also, I guess I missed the part when my youngest sister, Theresa, grew up.  I still treat her like she’s twelve sometimes but lately, more often than not, she is the one to answer my questions about discernment and my faith.  She reminded me of the strength and courageousness of vulnerability, something I embraced at home but let go of when I moved to Asia.  It’s so wonderful though, to grow up wanting to punch Theresa in the face for eating the last ice cream bar to presently, where I yearn for free periods to catch up in between our busy lives.  Lexi also instilled some words of wisdom a few days ago.  I was missing you guys and she said, “Cat, you’re always going to be a gypsy. Right now, I know it’s hard and you want to be home. But you can’t. So just grow where you are planted. Everyday, write three things: why you are happy to be in Laos, what you appreciate about Laos and think about your perspective.  You are living an experience that many people will never be fortunate to have and when you come home you’re going to be so grateful that you were able to pull through the hard times. It’s hard because we went to la Salle. La Sallians are taught to be loyal and the rugby players have an even deeper connection. It doesn’t matter how far away someone lives or if it’s hard because we’re going to make the friendship work. But you’re there so just make the most of it” 



Being the youngest teacher at work makes me very excited for the new Fellow to arrive in a few months. I’m on the bottom of the ‘teaching experience’ totem pole and I have yet to find someone to appreciate my not so serious adoration for JBiebs and spontaneous moments of dancing.  Regardless, I’ve become close to many of my co workers– their support, guidance, and wisdom is made this year even more wonderful.  I  sit with these two British guys in the teacher’s lounge.  Dave, the same neighbor from the beginning of the year who had to drive me to work, frequently comments about my ‘bubbliness. ‘ Are you always this happy in the morning?  One day, I brought a bag of Reese’s Pieces to the work and all the Americans flipped.  One of my coworkers from Norway fell in love and Sam, a super ripped, coworker of mine who belongs on Baywatch/PopEye look-a-like went nuts.  “This is my cheat day,” he exclaimed in between fists full of peanut butter goodness. I was in a fit of giggles– candy is the way to everyone’s heart.


After our midterm break in June started, I flew to Bangkok with Molly and Miriam.  Molly is from Philly- she worked at an irish pub called Fado for seven years and also played rugby in university.  She’s probably kicked you out of the bar before.  Her voice is so soothing, warm & her face lights up when she speaks.  Now she’s a teacher in Laos. Isn’t it interesting how life plays out? Miriam is from Norway, and she probably wouldn’t have been my friend in high school because she is way cooler than me.  If you want to hear jaw-dropping, intense, crazy true stories-Miriam is your girl.  We went to dinner, hung out at a rooftop bar and although I’m the younger one- I was struggling to stay awake towards the end of the night because they stayed out until four a.m.  I guess your energy levels can continue to exponentially increase with age. The next morning, I went for a run around a beautiful man-made lake, had some breakfast and even had time to go to church.  I really look forward to attending this Church when I’m in Bangkok.  It reminds me of La Salle’s masses- everyone is from different groups on campus but we all gather together for fifty minutes while Fr. Jim thanks us for “postponing our pre game.” When I got back at noon they had just gotten up and we filled up with hot, steaming bowls of ramen. We had an exploration day at Chatuchak market, the biggest open market in the world, and we wore our new purchases out that night. I was so excited the whole day because Molly, Maura and Catherine were coming in a few hours!

When Maura opened the door my heart stopped a feeling of home waved over me. I was reminded of the love and light from Philly and it’s really wonderful to be reminded of that warmth.  Our hotel was adorable: we stayed in a family room and it had a bunk bed and ceramic solo cups. It’s like upgraded college cups for the adults who miss their young, carefree days.  We went to meet up with Molly Work & Miriam, who had three “welcome to Thailand” beers ready for the girls to shotgun upon their arrival.  Molly Work and Molly Home hit it off- they’re from the same town in Jersey and share the same humor, dry jokes and all.  We headed off to a micro-brewery next where the owners are very fond of Miriam.  Their pineapple beer was wonderful– the night was cool and I was having brews with some beautiful souls in Bangkok.  Life is unreal. We went to a nightclub and danced with carefree spirits and washed away bad feelings with laughter and club remixes, the kind that streamed out of frat house speakers back in the our young days.


Three hours later, it was time to wake up. Molly and I squeezed in a jog around the neighborhood before having family breakfast and jetting off to our flight.  Catherine’s ankles were swollen and kept insisting that her “leg veins were thrombosis-ing.” I was in a fit of giggles.  I was asleep for most of the flight and when the attendant forgot to give me an immigration form, Molly kindly asked her for another.

“She’s not Filipina? She’s a foreigner?” She and Molly had a weird interaction for another thirty seconds because she didn’t believe that Molly and I were traveling together. When I awoke for food (what’s new), they somehow forgot to serve Molly, Catherine and I. My stomach produced a symphony of grumbles because I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Catherine went into autopilot and made it her mission to get us our meals.  We only made a little scene. On the bright side, they gave us ice cream while we calmed the ‘hangry’ monster inside.

We had a layover in Manila and after being ripped off and paying thirty dollars for a cab, we decided that a quiet dinner and tea would suffice.  Molly brought me three boxes of Yogi tea and the girls would entertain me during the week by having tea time on the bed after a shower or at the end of the night.  Life hack: never drink detox tea before eating Mexican food and drinking margaritas.  I learned that the hard way later in the week.  That night, I introduced Molly to Alex Aiono and performed my own renditions of his mash-ups while she tried to fall asleep. I think this trip is enough doses of Kitty to last Molly until my return next year.

After publicly humiliating myself by falling on the airport transfer bus, a short flight to Kalibo, a two-hour drive, and a ferry transfer, we finally arrived to paradise.  Bali used to hold first place but it was immediately knocked off the podium. Guys, Boracay is spectacular. It’s immaculate, mesmerizing, and there really aren’t any words to describe its beauty and serenity.  Our hotel was on the beachfront and we had amazing breakfasts during those several days. Because my skin protests the effectiveness of SPF and Catherine’s Irish skin has a lifelong revolution against the sun, we ventured out for some Ube ice cream instead of laying out to toast under mother nature’s violent rays.  By the time we reconnected with the rest of the group, Molly & Maura had already found us a group of friends: a traveling couple from the UK and Sweden and two Irish working in Dubai. Our motley Model UN crew enjoyed each other’s company for the rest of the night and the next few days.  Catherine received a Swedish language lesson and I added a newfound appreciation for the Irish accent– when I finally perfect my Harry Potter voice this will be my next feat. It started to downpour when Molly and I walked back to the hotel that night. I had been eating a bag of Ruffles sour cream and cheddar chips– they were six dollars! I haven’t had them since being home and was having a real case of the munchies. You bet your quarters I protected that foil bag against the torrential downpour. The chips were saved and only fifteen percent were soggy.  I will never pay six dollars for a bag of chips ever again.  Molly and I laughed until our bellies hurt over James Corden videos and drank tea because what else do you do after nine months of separation and flying nine thousand miles to see your friend?


Guys, I think my Fellowship should have been in the Philippines. Remember I mentioned that I get treated differently from the other fellows back in Laos? Omigoodness, people were so nice to me because everyone thought I was a local.  To saturate my ego even more, these men and women said I looked like a Filipina actress except “her skin is white.” Yes, I could never get away from that..the skin color comment. You know, in America, people pay lots of money for this tan, sir! When we went fly fishing (Maura, Catherine and I clinging on for our lives onto a big inflatable bed while it literally flies up into the air and trying not to fling across the ocean) the guys on the boat kept asking Molly about my heritage.  My story for the week was that I was Hawaiian but lived on the mainland because I was adopted.  Is this my foreshadowing for an acting career as a Lifetime movie star?  I was terrified of my despicable swimming skills so I only half fell off once.  I begged Cath to pull me back in screaming, “don’t let go Jack!” When the guys told me they were going to ring us around the ocean again I jumped off the float. They didn’t even come to get me.

“Mom Cat, just swim back to the boat.” 

“She can’t swim.”

“It’s okay, now you can learn…swim like a frog!”

Sweet baby Jesus.



A little later on, two local children asked if we wanted them to build a sandcastle for four dollars. We excited agreed, and as they started their masterpiece, I befriend them. I felt an instant wave of sadness because he could not audibly recognize the letter “s” when I spelled out La Salle.  I just go through these internal conflicts about the world and am always in deep reflection about life while living here but I won’t get into it on this blog. If you ever want to pick my brains, y’all know my Skype ID. Catduhlina10. Yes, I know. I was fourteen okay? Stop judging.

During one particular sunset, we rented a paraw, a sailboat, to be whisked away into a romantic backdrop of the island.  Realistically, my butt suffered unwanted indentation from the fish netting but the views were very wonderful.  We even found a blue starfish! Molly and I adopted our five-minute pet child and dubbed him “Sir Mix-A Lot.” We are the co-parents of the year.  After a failed power nap before rallying later that night, we woke up at 10pm to grumbling stomachs. We found a place to eat and it was so nice to catch up and share stories.  I still go back and forth about my decision to stay two years in Laos and Molly eased my fears.


“When we were graduating, I just wanted to pass my boards and start working as a nurse. Your goal was to get out. You wanted to see the world and that’s really brave, Cat. You’re doing the right thing, girl.”

Molly always knows the most comforting things to say. If you want her to deliver your baby, she’s the best.  Ten minutes later, Catherine reached out and asked what were we wearing at the restaurant.  Molly responded “our PJs.” I kid you not nurse Molly was wearing her floral print PJ’s and reading glasses while I was wearing the same dress I would crawl into bed with thirty minutes later.  Molly, Maura and I cuddled in bed and watched Netflix.  Maura asked what I missed most about home.

“I really miss the people.”

“You are really missed at home Cat,  but you aren’t missing anything.”

Okay, I tried. I fell asleep two minutes in. Are you surprised? Life is so wonderful when your friends are on the same wavelength. I don’t think Catherine will ever vacation with me ever again.  Second winds past midnight were impossible with me. Besides, how else would I have annoyingly woken up Molly with our morning playlist of Moana, Despacito and Katy Perry? Hey, at least I’m consistent.  Do you even know what the lyrics in Despacito means? We laid in bed while Molly read the lyrics aloud and I will never be the same person again. Why are men so vile towards women in these songs?  And poor Molly, I would drag her onto these morning beach runs under the blistering sun.  While I was covered head to toe in a sun guard shirt and leggings, she perfectly donned a tank top and shorts.  One night, I forgot about our ab workout until we were already dressed for the bar.  We completed the exercises on our bed. She worked for that beer.


Speaking of food, the best dinner we unanimously agreed on was a place called Maya and Jony’s.  Thanks for the recommendation, Hannah! We had a seared tuna salad and the best crispy pork I’ve ever eaten. It’s better than my whole-in-the-wall shop back in Laos. The pork belly was succulent and the sauces that complemented the meat were the perfect additions.  We sat on the beach and the sunset was so delightful.  We had dinner with the European couple because we ran into them on the beach a few hours earlier. Sam’s (a diver) from England and Anya (a diving videographer) is from Switzerland. They were so cool! Anya’s been to over fifty countries! She is actual goals.  We actually ran into them again at the airport a few days later before we all parted ways. They were the ones who gave Molly’s cellphone to security when she realized she lost it…after we already boarded the plane.  That could’ve been a disaster.

Now that we’re mentioning hiccups… the girls were so patient of my ‘ideas’ during the week. Example one: the fly-fishing.  I found an image of it on google and exclaimed, “Maura this is fun, let’s do it!” Catherine got dragged into it because we needed three people. What a trooper. My next fabulous idea was taking a “short” hike to Mount Luho to climb the highest point in Boracay for a 360 view of the island. The view? Breathtaking. I mean literally breathtaking.  I was dry heaving on Molly, who clearly has a phobia of bodily fluids that I was not aware of until she was gagging next to me.  We had to hike up a big hill under the unforgiving sun, not to mention, I was wearing a long sleeve again so sweat was protruding out of any exposed pores on my body.  We tried to play music and dance our way up the steep incline but Beyoncé was helpless during this turmoil.  My initial plan was hike to Puka Beach after the observatory, but we were grateful to have taken an electric cab after driving through six kilometers of winding hills we would have otherwise walked.   The last brilliant idea I had been to use the complimentary one hour massages that came with the stay at our hotel.  The first sign should have been that the location was on the other side of the island. Second clue? It was on the second floor of a random building on the main strip of the beach. No relaxing, pre-dinner ocean wave music playing oil massages for us here.  We were crammed into a big open room with about ten other wood, rickety, massage tables put together.  The hostess offered a male therapist and Molly consented. However, he literally gunned towards me while entering the room. I was so stinking uncomfortable during the next sixty minutes.To say that was an interesting massage is an understatement… I will only be going to my trusted places in Laos from here on out.

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“Guys, stop listening to my crazy ideas,” I requested.

They never complied.

The trip was filled with many other delightful moments such as parasailing over an island whose beauty is not justified by my temperamental iPhone 6s. We also swam to Willy’s Rock, which was a little tiny island that housed the statue of Mary at the top of the steps.  There was a place called Jonah’s in which we trekked to everyday at the same time for their refreshing avocado milkshakes.  We tried to aimlessly climb a palm tree and was embarrassed when a six-year-old boy scurried up the long truck effortlessly after our failed attempts. On our last night, we had a traditional Filipino meal and ate off the banana leaf and everything.  It was interesting and a fun experience.

As far as sunrises go, the only time we witnessed one  was the morning of our 5:00 am departure.  I did not wake Molly with my musical renditions that morning and I’m sure she was eternally grateful.  The growing sunrise was so peaceful and filled me with a sense of clarity.  In hindsight, I should have questioned the front desk as to why we were leaving five hours before our departure time.  However, it would have been unlucky to be stuck in traffic and miss our ferry and shuttle bus to the next island.  We arrived to Kalibo at 7:07 am. The airport wasn’t even open yet and I could see the steam fusing out of Molly’s ears. She and Cath immediately plopped onto the ground outside.  Cath scrutinized the size of her Pringle and immediately tweeted Pringle’s headquarters to alert “the Malaysians that they are being jipped..they can’t make duck lips!” Omigoodness, it was only 7:17am at this point. This was going to be a long travel day indeed.


“When we get to Bangkok I want the biggest coffee to give me cardiac arrest.”

What? They’re nurses– they know how to take care of themselves. Actually, Cath is an engineer for the US Navy– so I’m not worried one bit.

I forgot to mention that we were all suffering from a bad case of the stomach bug when we traveled to Bangkok.  We made it in time for happy hour and the girls got to meet Nick and Mallory, two fellows that work in the city.  We struggled to finish a pizza and fries and I nearly begged Cath to finish off my wine.  You know I’m really sick when I pass up food.  Since it was their last night in Asia, I promised to rally.  Molly and I agreed to a twenty-minute power nap which un-regrettably turned into a two-hour siesta.  We had drinks at a rooftop bar and danced our sleepy ha-ha’s off at a nightclub.  Guys, we even rallied and got up a few hours later to attend Sunday mass. It was so, so wonderful being able to share a piece of my life with them. It’s almost surreal.




I despised that word in college.  I loathed change it was always an unwelcoming discomfort because it scared me as I felt powerless over my future.

I learned to welcome change and embrace it. It’s all about perspective, really. Recently, it seems like I’ve just been saying goodbyes. In particular, it was hard to say farewell to Kat and Sara, two fellows I have become particularly close with here in Laos.  I won’t be able to drive to their house or just physically be in their presence.  They were always down to satisfy my sweet cravings at 11pm, and most of the time we’d end up laying in Sara’s bed and talk about life or just watch movies.  I’m so well versed in movie quotes because of them.  Sara saw right through me– I put up a wall when I moved to Laos but she helped me to embrace my vulnerability, my sass, my ability to always trust and believe the best in people, even if it means getting hurt.  Sara was my safe place in Vientiane.

It’s taken me quite some time to feel comfortable and my this city my own and it’s going to be difficult to start anew.

A few days before Sara left, I was welcomed to have lunch with her co-worker, Phet, at their house to introduce Phet to a typical american breakfast: eggs and hash browns. I think Phet and her daughter Angela were not amused by the American cuisine as it lacks the eleven ingredient, five-hour preparation like that of Lao food.  I’ve only met Phet once before when she invited us to a service at her church earlier in the year but what I’ve learned about her is that she is a powerhouse, a fearless yet greatly loved woman.  She was just saying things during our meal that really touched me.  The only thing you can be sure of in this life is change, she started off. She even encouraged Sara and I to keep traveling, and that life gets hard but we just have to keep pushing.  As I washed the dishes in the kitchen, she walked over to me in her motherly, loving voice and said “I know you’re going to be sad when Sara leaves. I want you to know that you have family here so you can come over and I will cook Lao food for you whenever you would like.” Ohmigoodness my heart melted.

Sara and I decided to try Zumba at our very fancy gym the day before she left.  I was always intimidated to go because it’s full of Desperate Housweives/Stepford Wives-esque Lao women, and my curves would have stood out among the chiseled abs that were carefully crafted by their hard work. Sorry not sorry, I like to eat sweets.

Anyways, it was such a blast! The reggeaton music was what I needed and it made me miss the hip hop classes Lauren and I take back in Philly. The Zumba here is a PG-13 version compared to those dance moves our instructor had us doing.  He was the choreographer for the Eagles’ cheerleaders. Lots of booty poppin’.

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The morning before Sara left, we were so exhausted from crying.  She, Spencer and I laid her in bed and watched 30 Rock- talk about an ab workout! My nonexistent abs were so sore from laughing.

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Update: I finally bought a new bike. I LOVE IT! Having a bigger, faster, and more powerful bike makes riding around Vientiane all the difference. Zach’s been using my bike for the past few weeks and it makes me giggle because he’s a giant compared to Lil’ Red.

Miss you guys so much! P.S. My iPhone got stolen two months ago (yes, the Cheer Up Kitty Album is no longer in existence. So, PLEASE send me more pics and videos as I have created a new album recently.  yes, I want that video of Tom twerking on the wall, or the pic of the massive burrito bowl I inhaled after that tough practice and yes Mat C, I want those pics of me sleeping everywhere we went in Amsterdam)


kitty xoxo

got my toes in the water, a$$ in the sand– just kidding Laos is landlocked



What’s up players– it’s been a hot minute but you know that I’ve gotten to reunite with some of you in the past few weeks and it was such a blessing! It’s June and hot, hot, hot here in Vientiane. Rainy season is back and the mosquitoes come out to play– continuing my never ending game of “connect the mosquito bites.”


During my orientation last year, we had to write a letter to our future selves.  We received the letter a few months later in October but yesterday was the first time I’ve read it again.  Usually, I find writing those letters super awkward because how am I supposed to know what my future self wants to read? At the moment I’m pretty sure cookies and cream was my favorite ice cream and now it’s back to vanilla frozen custard. PEOPLE CHANGE MAN.


Anyways, one of the things wise, younger, Cat wrote was “remember, you’re enough.”

Thank you, wise, younger, Cat. I really, really, really, really, really needed that.



*Rewind Back to April* (If you have a VHS player it’s going to take a bit longer)


It was pretty weird being away from my family and friends on my birthday. I’ve been looking forward to 25 for a while.  I considered Seventeen Magazine and Teen Vogue very reliable sources during my naive and inquisitive years from twelve to fourteen.  Apparently twenty five was a magical age where you were supposed to be the most beautiful and rich. Well, here I am 25. I believe those terms may still be true, but its meaning in Teen Vogue and how I translate them now are entirely different.  I’m very well aware that I’m not the most beautiful human being on this Earth but my mid twenties has gifted me the feeling of self content and worth. I’m not the richest person either but I worked damn hard to pay off my student loans and to me, having financial time and freedom right now is my definition of being rich.


I received many wonderful messages and phone calls that day and it made me feel super loved.  One in particular that made me super emotional was from one of my close friends in my cohort.

“I want to say thank you because you were a person who at orientation decided that we were gonna be friends. For me to go out of my way to be close friends with someone is not common. You said ‘ok we’re gonna be friends.’  Thank you for that. Because right now in the present you are one of the people who I trust the most in my entire life and I appreciate that and I can trust you with so much. That’s all because of what you decided in that moment and you make my life so much better right now.”


I really did volun-told him at orientation that we were going to be friends. I need to stop bullying people.


Maddie, my college roommate, was also there in Laos! We went to a very long Palm Sunday mass (in Lao), went to brunch at my favorite rooftop restaurant which overlooks the city, and got oil massages (we were put in a couple’s room and everything).  That evening we ate pad thai and she bought me a mini chocolate cake from a French bakery and agreed, “it’s not your birthday until you blow out the candle!” What a gem.





Bali was spectacular. Holy smokes! God, you get an A+ for creating this amazing earth.


While on my flight to Bali, I befriended the girl sitting next to me– she finished university at Fordham in December and had been traveling for the past few months until she returns back in May to walk at Commencement.  When I asked what inspired her to pick up and leave she said she had a dream one night that she was traveling to Thailand.  She bought a ticket to Asia a few days later, packed up her apartment, and has been surviving on the three months of New York rent for the past few months. Holy smokes.  We decided to travel together during my duration in Bali. I was traveling with Maddie, my college roommate, and Kally was going to meet with her friend Nicole, who is also from New York but studying in London. We also picked the best flight apparently.  I use Air Asia, a low budget carrier, for 90% of my excursions. It’s like the Southwest Airlines of Asia.  Anyways, I never expect any frills or fancy extras because the whole point is that it gets you from Point A to Point B.  That day, the airline was promoting their new thai menu so there was a dancer, chef and photographer who came on board.  Everyone received a free meal to sample their new dish, there was an aircraft game with prizes and there were beautiful humans dancing in the aisles. Best flight ever.


The first place I visited was Ubud ( Eat, Pray, Love was filmed here). Ubud is a yoga fanatic/healthy eating/adventure seeking human’s dreams come true. In other words, my sisters would skip this place after hearing the “health eating” part. We hired a private driver to take us to two sites: this magical rice field terrace and a waterfall that was bombarded by crowds of anxious tourists. We made the mistake of visiting late morning. Later that day I walked around town to my appointment and was in awe by my surroundings. Unfortunately, I am so desensitized to the magnificence of temples by now but the architecture of the Balinese were intriguing and I even stopped to observe them.  There were children walking down the street under a dragon costume while the others donned traditional garbs and rhythmically banged on drums while processing through the streets. Was it a funeral? Was it just a normal day in Ubud? I’ll never know. I can see why Ubud is referred to as a very spiritual place– it’s serene and reflective and provided a rush of electricity to get me through the next few days.


We stayed in Uluwatu the second night night, which was about two hours south of Bali.  We all stayed in a cute villa that night, every room had their own personal pool and cabana boys who delivered breakfast to your outdoor seating area in the morning.  We visited the Uluwatu Temple that morning, which is a monkey temple that nests on the side of the cliff and it the views were so magnificent.  The next half of the day was transport.  It included a three hour drive to Padang Bai, a seaport on the east side of the island, and then a two hour boat ride to the Gili Islands.  The Gili Islands are perfect. They are the pictures you see on the travel instagram pages– they’re the posterchildren for vacations.  There are three little islands to the east of Bali: Gili Trawangan, Gili Meno, and Gili Air.  We stayed at the first island because it was known to be the best one.  The last time I was in an ocean was at midnight in Wildwood was last June. I was ecstatic to be in the water; nonetheless, clear, turquoise blue, cool water.  Maddie and I stayed at an oceanfront Yoga Resort.  We had our own bungalow and we were 20 steps away from the meditation area where there were three classes held daily. We never attended a class.


Instead, we went snorkeling on a private boat with our own guide.  I had never been snorkeling before–you guys know I can’t even float. We were on a boat with a glass bottom in the middle so you could peer down and see the ocean floor.  When the water started to get more transparent as we drove away from the shore, I could see how vast the ocean was.  I started to get a little nervous. Wow, the world is so mysterious and big and water is so powerful.  Maddie helped me to relax and the first thing I saw when I jumped down was a sea turtle. A stinkin’ sea turtle!  The only time i ever thought I’d see a sea turtle up close in my life was on Finding Nemo. Don’t worry Squirt, you’re still my favorite baby sea turtle though. “Swimming” (okay, the guide was swimming and pulling me because he knew I couldn’t stay afloat for my life) through the waters and peering at the coral, fish, and sea turtles was like being immersed in a National Geographic video. It felt so surreal and I was just so mesmerized by God’s magnificent hand in creating this Earth.


Some other highlights I enjoyed about Gili was exploring in a glass kayak– it was an upgrade from the traditional kayak and you can see EVERYTHING. “Maddie, you can’t pee in this kayak,” I told her when we started our exploration.  The sunrises in Gili are the prettiest I have ever seen and my morning runs were breathtaking and enjoyable.  We also ate a really cool Caribbean beachfront restaurant for two nights. Think wood tables, hammocks, swings, candle lit mason jars, fresh seafood and a front view to sunsets and…couples making out.  There was also a vegan/paleo cafe on our resort’s vicinity and we ate breakfast there everyday.  I was on cloud nine. This week in Bali was the healthiest I have eaten in my weeks in Asia. Mom, are you proud?





I was most excited for my next stop: Thailand. I am always happy to go to Thailand but this time in particular I was most excited because I had seven la salle rugby girls waiting for me in Bangkok.  Immediately after hugging them tightly, I ate a soft pretzel from wawa, a bag of peanut butter m&ms, a third of a jar of JIF, and three movie size boxes of sour patch kids watermelon in the next thirty six hours.  I had a stomach bug for twenty four hours immediately following that american junk food binge.  I felt so whole, joyful and was definitely “feelin myself” that whole week.  It was an adventure exploring Bangkok with them.  Lexi loved haggling, so we always volunteered her when it was time to call the cabs or strike a deal with a merchant.  My favorite moment of that week was when we were all squished into a van on our way towards the Royal Palace.  The taxi driver turned on the only American music he had ( I believe it was 90’s throwback) and we were all talking about our life goals and I shared my insecurities about my future.  Boy were they a bundle of support, guidance, and motivation.  It was so nice to be around my friends from home– I needed that boost of positive encouragement from these girls I looked up to in college.  If I could have all my family and friends move to Asia, I’d stay here forever.

After Bangkok, we flew to Phuket, an Island south of Thailand.  We stayed at an AirBnB and our landlord was an exact replica of Coach Ali, and we were a little freaked out.  We got to the beach that evening and there were two girls who had a legit, full on instagram photoshoot in front of us for thirty minutes. I mean, if I looked that hot I wouldn’t care that I was in everyone’s way and being inconsiderate of young, innocent children while I prance around in my thong underwear too. Please catch the sarcasm.  The next few days were filled with elephant conservation visits for a few of the girls, day beach trips, pool days and wonderful stories shared over meals.  My most memorable day in Thailand was our last one, when we all went island hopping to Koh Phi Phi.  This was also where Leo made his debut and filmed that movie, The Beach, a snapple fact I did not know until that week.  Sorry Leo, I’m a Ryan Reynold fan. The attendants were so nice to us on the boat (mostly because they thought I was Thai) and put the speakers out on the deck so that we can sing our hearts out to Celine and JBiebs.  The views were incredible, the water was crystal clear and my mind was in a complete state of bliss for the duration of that day.



Japan. I have been longing to come here since I was twelve, and I even wrote that I would travel there in my high school yearbook. I finally got to try Kobe Beef (I couldn’t afford the $200USD one pound fillet so I opted for $20USD eight bite sized pieces. Maybe one day I can come back and afford the first) and was in a food coma while I feasted on sashimi, sushi, ramen and delicious Japanese snacks from the convenience stores.

Japan was cool because I got to experience it through a local and tourist’s viewpoint.  During the first few days I stayed in Nakasho, a small town in the Okayama province.  AJ teaches at an all girls’ catholic high school there and it was interesting to be stared at every time I breathed.  I thought I had it bad in Laos. In Japan, they’re so obsessed with white skin, so AJ said his students were saying I was “cute but dark.” Ha, okay. The sushi was amazing! I get really paranoid about eating seafood in Laos because we are landlocked so it was such a freeing experience to eat all the seafish I wanted without any hesitation.  We ate twice at this restaurant that was literally right next door to AJ’s apartment (you can throw a rock from his kitchen window and it would hit the parking lot). The was a conveyer belt that encircled the restaurant and you chose the plate that you wanted.  Each plate was color coded with a range of prices and the hostess waves a wand over your pile of empty plates at the end and the screen shows your calculated price. I love innovation.  I would eat about $20 worth of food between myself, which is A LOT of money but this would cost at about $100 at home so I did good.  Besides, East Asia is a completely different world than Southeast Asia.  I walked so much during my days in Japan. In Laos, I would probably get two thousand steps at most– no I’m not even joking. I averaged about seventeen thousand steps everyday in Japan. Sucks to suck when you don’t have a motorbike.

After exploring Okayama, AJ, Calvin and I traveled to Osaka — the food capital of Japan. We were meeting our friend Kai there and AJ had a football game that Saturday.  I enjoyed Okayama but I felt more energized in the hustle and bustle of Osaka. We ate our way through the city the next few days– there was a restaurant I enjoyed so much that Kai and I feasted there three times! It was the best tempura and salmon sashimi I’ve ever eaten.

It was interesting to watch people’s reactions to me and Kai, who is openly gay by the way.  We talked about how one can manipulate another person’s thoughts just by the exterior and what they see.  The stares that we would get when we walked down the street or when they were surprised by my American accent or even when Kai spoke Chinese. The ticket woman at the aquarium even stopped me to ask where I was from after staring at me while I purchased my pass.  I have actually grown to dislike that question.  Most of the time after I answer “I’m from the United States,” they ask “no, but where are you actually from?” I feel as if I have to prove something to the questioner, so that their predictions can be correct or so that they can trust me depending on the answer I give.  What did I learn during those few days? People are always going to make assumptions, stereotype and judge me. So let the haters hate because I’m still going to eat my gyoza and ramen and let you stare at me stuff myself silly.

We also met up with Kelly and Nicole (two girls I befriend on my plane to Bali). They were traveling through Japan before heading back home for commencement and to take final exams (oh, what I would do to be young again).  We took a day trip to Kyoto, and unfortunately, did not see any Geisha.  We went to a temple called Fushimi-Inari and there are thousands and thousands of orange arches along the mountains.  I watched a religious ceremony for a few minutes– East Asia is completely different than Southeast Asia: the temple structures itself, the stories, and the rituals.



Molly, Maura and Catherine will be here in a few days and then we’re going to explore the Phillipines! I’m so grateful to have the friends that I do– flying 9,000 miles costs many shiny pennies and the flights are sub par entertaining.


Thanks for continually sending me snail mail guys– it really does brighten my day and make me feel so special.





kitty xoxo

Rain Drop Drop Top


It’s been six months. Six months without soft pretzels, Rita’s and sour patch watermelon candy. Whenever I had a gruesome workday back at Penn, I would walk to the pretzel factory, buy a roll of doughy goodness and proceed to devour five fresh, perfectly salted pretzels in less than ten minutes…with chocolate and cinnamon sugar dip on the side, of course. You know, I have never thought to enter a food eating contest, but my appetite gives me reason to believe that I would perform very well. On the contrary, my adventures  in Asia thus far have been insurmountable and worth missing all my favorite philly snacks by tenfold.

Month four was rough. I was so people-sick. There wasn’t a burning desire to return home; rather, I was yearning for my friendships back home. I miss the real-ness of East coast USA.  I appreciate knowing where I stand with everyone: the straightforward demeanor and down-to-earth people. Nonetheless, living in a developing country has taught me to adopt more patience.  Processes that seemed so pragmatic and simple at home take three times as long to complete here: installing wifi for the house, getting approved for a project, or even just dealing with difficult people. It brings me back to those days where I would struggle to hold a pose during yoga class. As my body quivered and struggled to breathe my instructor would calmly repeat, “Cat, this is hard but like life, all tough things shall pass. Just breathe.” That mantra has done wonders for me.

I’m a planner. It’s in my type-A DNA. You all know that. Mai Yer, one of the fellows I have grown particularly close to has recited on numerous occasions, “weakness is your strength overdone.” This line helped me reevaluate my past decisions. In college, I couldn’t say no. As a matter of fact, this is my whole life. I am scared of disappointing others, especially my family –I am a “yes” girl.  I still struggle to find balance in making my parents happy while trying to keep myself sane.  In hindsight, I was way too involved in college. I do not and will never regret my decisions because the experiences and people I met have blessed me greatly during those four year.  However, I am jealous of those who got to just chill. My idea of “chill” was trying to squeeze in an hour nap after a sleepless night crying from stress before my next meeting or rugby practice and trying to look like I was keeping it together.  

The second semester of senior year was difficult. I felt as if I had to live up to an invisible, unattainable label. Don’t worry Cat, you’ll be okay… you’re going to do great things. How do you know? Are you sure? Because my mind is currently freaking out. Am I allowed to not be okay? I went through these weird moods and went out a lot and cried all the time. I was so relieved when I graduated college.  All the pressure was finally off. Or so I thought. I felt as if I had to keep living up to these expectations from everyone around me. Why aren’t you in Med School yet? Why are you paying off your student loans now? Just go to school. What grad school are you applying to? You don’t have to worry, you’ll figure it out. You make things look so easy. Am I allowed to not have it figured it? It wasn’t until then that I actually practiced self care. Pat Moore, if you’re reading this, you are an angel. Pat would drive thirty minutes three times a week to help jump start my lifting regiment.  Through lifting, I learned confidence. I learned patience. I learned how to overcome my insecurities. I learned how to say no.

Accepting this fellowship to Laos was a big step. I received so much backlash from relatives who claimed that I was  “selfish” for leaving my parents and moving overseas. While this year has been a time of “yes” for most people in my fellowship, I chose the opposite.  I take the time to discern and process my thoughts. I don’t go out all the time anymore and some days I just want to lay there and just chill.  It may seem a bit anti-social to those that do not know me but key word… they don’t know me. It’s weird putting yourself first- being selfish is still new to me. But I’m worn out. The energizer bunny is going through a battery recharge and the bear is in hibernation. Or, you can say, “I’m doing me.” Sometimes I wish I would have developed this attitude in college, but I appreciate the journey it has carried me on.

And this journey has been wonderful with the many people who have been intertwined in my life. For example, in a few short weeks, a bunch of rugby girls are flying to Asia. (You guys are reading this right now…heeeeeey) We’re going to spend a week in Thailand. I’m so excited to show them this part of the world! These girls are also part of the reason why I am so strong together. I think about the word “beautiful” a lot while living here. Beautiful to me is what Coach Ali said when I finally perfected my spin on the throw, when Teleah delivered a death defying stiff arm, when Lexi tackled someone to the ground, or when a rookie impressed us by bonging a beer in five seconds.  Beautiful to me is inner strength. But beauty is always about physical appearances in Asia.  I feel like I am in a petri dish being observed by the world under a microscope whenever I leave my house. I hate it. To combat that uncontrollable factor, I stopped wearing makeup everyday. They’re going to judge me anyway so here I am, raw and vulnerable. Yes I have sun spots on my face but it is from exploring all of the beautiful sights throughout this new region of the world. My legs are adorned with dark blotches from bug bites but they are still fast and strong from running to catch flights to new cities. My waist is not a size 0 because I am enjoying all of the delicious cuisines and trying new delicacies. What you consider imperfections have taught me to count as my blessing.

During the month of December, I went on a whirlwind of an adventure to four countries. These are some quick, collective thoughts throughout the month of December-January. Pictures are complemented through my facebook, which you have already stalked.



On the second day of New Years, my true love (me) gave to me… a $13 ice cream cone.  Ya girl was sitting at Emack & Bolio’s in Hong Kong eating a rice crispy waffle cone, double stuffed scooped ice cream (cookie monster) complemented with toasted marshmallow. My stomach was happy but bank account was wailing. Nevertheless, the sweet goodness was worth every single penny.


IT’S THAI-ME TO EAT: Chiang Mai, Thailand

Thailand was a whirlwind of a time.  I took the bus from Vientiane to Khon Kaen for my first stop to pick up Julian, a laid back, west coast, Seattle proud guy who interestingly enough compliments my Philly sass.  Khon Kaen reminded me of a busy, suburban town in the US: maybe like Alexandria, Virginia? Everytime I cross the border to Thailand it’s a new world, one that I will never be bored of.

Julian and his friends had a BBQ at his house that night and I was very glad we didn’t go out because I subconsciously walk upstairs into my room for the night and immediately passed out. I mean, what else do you expect from me? I can fall asleep anytime and anywhere.

The next morning, I thought it was a good idea to go running with him in the blistering sun around the college campus. Why I thought it was a good idea after a 12K the day before still baffles my mind so I opted for a walking tour around the university. We gorged ourselves with a fabulous Thai meal before jetting off to the airport. Destination: Chiang Mai.

We were staying with Clayton, another PiA fellow who teaches at Payap University. Backstory: Julian and Clayton were one of the first fellows I befriended last April when I was at Princeton for my TEFL certification. Julian and I bonded because we have both been out of college for two years, in which I proclaimed, “hey you’re old too!” I’m so good at first impressions.

My favorite place we visited was Sticky Waterfalls. The name was given because you can literally climb up the waterfall without falling off, cracking your skull and have your blood splattered among the rocks. I felt a little bit like Spiderman scurrying up the rocks and feeling a little proud for defying death a little bit. My adrenaline rush for the day was satisfied.

We went out one night but I was falling asleep on the bar during our pre game. Julian suggested that we walk to 7/11 and buy espresso shots. After I downed the coffee, Julian bought me a beer to shotgun… outside the 7/11.. In an alley. My own personalized Four Loko.

Later in the evening we went to a club and at one point it was packed with obnoxious, extremely drunk tourists who jumped on stage and disrupted the performers. After living here for a few months I can’t help but cringe when I see a tourist wearing elephant pants and a bright neon tank top and a bucket hat.

Chiang Mai was so wonderful. We went to night markets, hiked to mountaintops, ate too much pad thai, danced like we knew everyone was watching, drank unpalatable local liquor and shared stories for hours. Thailand never disappoints and it was fabulous time. I can’t wait to go back in April because La Salle Women’s Rugby is taking over Bangkok! (please inquire if you would like to join the old fossil ruggers)


MALAYSIA TRULY ASIA: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

The beginning of my plane’s descent in Kuala, Lumpur, Malaysia was interesting, to say the least.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, as per health regulations with the Malaysian government, we will not fumigate the plane. Please keep your head down if you have any sensitivities to the process. We apologize for any inconvenience.’ Um, excuse me what?! Imagine waking up from a nap hearing that. Ten seconds later, the plane, I heard fizzing from the aerosol cans being sprayed by up and down the plane. Besides that tid bit, I was so excited to be there and most importantly to try the food: a hybrid of Malay, Chinese, and Indian cultures melted into many delicious dishes. My appetite was ready.

You know what’s crazy? In the capital city alone, I went to five malls (three unintentionally) during that weekend. Five. And there’s about ten more, I’m not even joking. Can you imagine being in walking distance to some of the world’s best shopping malls?

When Joe and I were on the train to the Batu Caves (a mountainside cave with temples that were built into the stone) we almost went into the Women’s only train. At first, I thought all the cars were separated into male/female so I panicked a bit but quickly realized it was only the first three. In the car, there was a big sign emblazoned with pictionary of actions that were deemed indecent. Surely enough, the fourth cartoon depicted a couple kissing. Malaysia doesn’t like PDA guys. Duly noted.

Another amazing thing about Malaysia? I got my eyebrows threaded for $1.25! Go ahead, judge me, but I am never going to look at the aesthetician the same ever again when she charges me $11 back in the states. My brows were very happy that I finally had them tamed after three months.

One of Joe’s college friends from Edinburgh lives in Malaysia so we got a personal tour of the city and went to the Islamic Arts Museum and the National Mosque (women had to wear hijabs and I’ve never worn one before and it was really cool). My favorite part of having a local guide was the food. He fed us local, delicious, cheap meals and my stomach was overjoyed with happiness.  We went to a night market on our last evening and I think that’s where Joe witnessed first hand how much I could really eat. People underestimate me when I say I can eat. I’m pretty sure it’s borderline gluttony.

Because I was missing Christmas at home, it was beautiful walking through the city center at night. There was a big christmas tree, adorned with lights and decorations. There was also a colorful light show on the lake and I enjoyed this view while eating a green tea kit kat ice cream cone. Yes, they’re a thing. I could’ve died happy that night.


VIETNOMS: Saigon, Vietnam

Twelve year old Cat did not appreciate Vietnam. To date, it was the best family vacation in 2004 and I did not fully appreciate the experience until growing up.  I stayed with my Uncle’s girlfriend- she owns a travel agency and her daughter is a fashion designer. Saigon is the complete opposite of Vientiane: it’s energy was undying, horns were honked in every direction and it has become an international economic hub.  They had Uber!! One interesting fact: you can request a motorbike Uber to bypass traffic and swerve in between the cars. My motorbike driver was so impressed with my Vietnamese that he didn’t even kill me when I got us lost and doubled our commute time home.

I was walking through a market before meeting with Peggy and Molly, two PiA fellows, for dinner one evening. The merchant loudly exclaims, “man, these westerners are so big now!” I really wanted to turn around and say something to shut her up but I refrained. Matter of fact, that happened a lot in Vietnam. Everyone thought I was Indian or Spanish so they would openly talk about me and then become super embarrassed when I responded in the native tongue. It felt so good.

It was so nice to explore the city on my own terms. Growing up, I feel as if I learned about Vietnam’s relationship from two biased points of view: my parents and the textbooks provided in school. It was nice go to the museums on my own and formulate my own thoughts and opinions.

I gorged myself on many hot, steaming bowls of pho and refreshing ice coffees the next few days before heading to Hanoi.



I remember I hated Hanoi when I was twelve. People were so straight-laced, boring, and my Gameboy Advance was fifty times more interesting. At least that’s what puberty-prime Cat thought.

Old lady Cat loves Hanoi. I met up with some Princeton fellows who live with me in Vientiane and we explored Hanoi together. We even took a day trip to Ninh Binh, a beautiful UNESCO world heritage site.  In Ninh Binh, Kathy and I rented a motorbike and drove through literal mountains. We rented a boat to go through eight caves in one of the most serene places I have ever been. Earth, you never cease to amaze me.

One day, Kathy and I met up with Johnny, a Scottish lad I met back in Vientiane who has been living in Hanoi for three years. He works for Pass it Back Rugby and his language skills are impeccable. As much as I am impressed by his ability to speak my native tongue, I am shamefully embarrassed. How can I only speak, write, and read sixty percent of my language and this guy was passing me with flying colors? It brought me back to a saying my dad always repeated when I was younger, “As long as Vietnamese is spoken there is Vietnam.”

Spending Christmas away from home was really tough.  Christmas Eve is a big celebration in the Ta Family. While Kat spent the evening with her family, Kathy and I treated ourselves to a fancy western asian fusion dinner completed with egg nog. Then we went to happy hour and had drinks with Michael, another PiA fellow who was visiting with his mom. Michael brought us gingerbread cookies from his hotel. I was in Heaven. It may have been the most unconventional Christmas ever but I was so grateful to have inspiring, wholesome and wonderful humans around me.



Hong Kong is the best kept secret life has kept from me thus far.  I was meeting up with twenty other PiA fellows there for New Years. After having the flu for the past two NYE celebrations I was excited to even be walking and breathing on that day. I stayed with Forrest’s family.  I wanted to drop dead when I got to his house. He lived fifty feet away from the Beach in one of Hong Kong’s most expensive and beautiful neighborhoods. His family invited me to have a lunch with their family friends the next day. This “casual lunch” included taking a private yacht to an island to hike to our restaurant. Somebody pinch me please. The next week was filled with Michelin Star (yes, you read right) meals, the most beautiful scenes and…GOING TO DISNEYLAND! Julian and AJ are such beautiful souls who came along with me to the happiest place in Hong Kong. You would have thought I was 2.4 instead of 24 during that day. I also got to check another box off my bucket list and go to a horse race. I never wanted to leave Hong Kong. It has been my most favorite place to visit thus far in Asia. If you ever have the opportunity, do not hesitate to book your flight!

Smiling’s My Favorite


Boy oh boy would I do dangerous things for a mean ol’ juicy, stuffed burrito from Chipotle right now. Okay let’s be honest I always got the salad bowl because I swapped those calories for extra guac. Yes, guacamole is mandatory and worth the extra $2. I had subpar Mexican food here three weeks ago and it made me want to cry literal tears of disappointment.


It’s a steady seventy degrees here in the mornings and nights when I am driving home from work and boy am I cold. You’re all laughing at me right now, I know it. My body is adjusted to function above eighty degrees- this “winter” weather is not going to work. I’m also kicking myself real hard in the tush for not packing any warm clothes.


I have officially reached local status. There’s two places I go to every so often to get khao piak, a crisy pork noodle soup and khao neaow gap laap, sticky rice and minced pork salad. One is a street food stall whereas the other is a legit hole in the wall restaurant near my gym. Because ya girl is frugal as hell, I only spend $2.25 on the soup and $1 for the later. One day, both of these places recited my order before I had a chance to say anything and I responded with a 100-watt-smile. One of the owners speaks minimal English and invited me to sit and have brunch with them. I was so over the moon but embarassed by my limited Lao so I made up a terrivle excuse. It would have been wonderful but I was feeling awfully shy that day.

Oh yes. I’m part of the cool kids club now– please pass my me membership card for coupon savings.

Another instance happened about a week ago (cue the song…now it’s going to be stuck in your head) when I was teaching my Senior Intermediate class. Their English is at a very high level so I don’t speak as slowly as I do in my other classes. When I asked if they understood the directions I heard a resounding “yes.”

Immediately after they began their project, Bo looked at Tiger and asked, “What is she talking about?” in perfect Lao.

“Bo, I know what you said. You guys just told me in English you understood the directions.”

Jaws were dropping on the floor I tell you. I’ve been studying my Lao. Y’all can’t talk about me anymore playas.

In this same class, we had a discussion about sports and female participation. Bebe told me she really wanted to play soccer but she wasn’t allowed to because of her sex and it wasn’t supported in her community. The boys in my class agreed. So what did I do? We watched “She’s The Man” in my next class because what better way to show them that the status quo is a no go. I could’ve made my point by tackling some of the boys but I would like to keep my job.

Also, because I forget and underestimate the power of a teenager’s stalking skills, these kids figured out my age by googling my name, finding my rugby headshot pic from la salle’s website, and then calculating my age from the provided information. We were discussing where they wanted to go to grad school and asked me about undergrad, but now I realized it was so they can find out my info. Is anything sacred anymore?


Now that I’ve been here for a while and not freaking out over rudimentary nuisances such as learning to ride a bike or dealing with spider bites (I came home at 2am one night and my roommates padlocked the door so I had to sleep in our hammock and spiders feasted on the booty that night), I’ve been reflecting and analyzing life here. Back at home I feel like I was working all the time. It was so stressful in health care and when I wasn’t at work I was at the gym trying to de-stress, sleep, eat, or drink away a bad day. I loved my job and adored my patients but I wanted to be the doctor, not the medical assistant. When I’m here I feel like I can be present and actually have time to take care of myself. I get to enjoy my meals rather than scarf down a salad before running to do treatment on a patient and I have time to read and learn new things and actually talk to people. I love the quality alone time I get to have with myself here, it’s so nice.

For instance, the other day this man stopped me outside of the gym and proceeded to speak a mile a minute in Lao and I responded with a smile complimented by a blank stare.

“You look Lao.” He answered in English.

When I was in Cambodia, they thought I was Khmer, Phillipino or Malaysian. I’m like a one size fit all yoga pant, except just ethnic identities.

While I’m slowly but surely improving my Lao, I have also been working on my Vietnamese. Knowing Vietnamese has helped me so much here. I was buying fruit at the morning market and really wanted seafood. I’m not confident in my ability to order poultry or seafood yet—it’s so intimidating. If I do want chicken I’ll go buy it at the restaurant. Anyways, I spoke Vietnamese to a lady and she helped me—just because we spoke the same language! I also want to kick myself for rebelling my parents when I was younger. I hated going to Viet school on Sundays. I wanted to be watching cartoons and chilling in my Pokemon shirt and eating cereal. Besides, that was the “ching chong” phase of the 90’s when kids on my block would make fun of me for speaking what they thought was Chinese. It also wasn’t cool to be different than everyone else when you were younger. If only I could go back in time like the Ghost of Christmas Past and smack myself across the head.


I still can’t get over the fact that I can just take a bus and cross over into Thailand. Everything there is thirty percent cheaper. Since Laos is landlocked, most of our things are imported from Thailand and sometimes I’ll find goods or food that cost the same as the states. This gal ain’t made of money.

I attended a women in leadership conference hosted by the Australian Chamber. One of the speakers was Lao Khang, a member of the national lao rugby team. She spoke about Pass it Back, an organization that you should definitely Google.

“Sport is a way to education…the Lao ministry has finally recognized rugby as an elite sport…we aim to change the perception of value of girls…sports is a path to leadership.”

I was so emotional after hearing her story because I feel as if I am starting to get sucked into the stereotypical submissive female role here. My landlord often dismisses my comments yet is compliant with Zach. This was the female power booster I needed to remind myself to fight the status quo.


I didn’t anticipate being homesick when I was moving; I always experience wanderlust and knew that this year would satisfy my curiosities. However, Thanksgiving came all ripped out all these fuzzy emotions .

I miss dad’s terrible puns and corny dad jokes. I miss mom especially when she sends me precious picture quotes (she recently discovered picture text messaging).I long for the nights when my sisters and I would binge on fast food and belt obnoxiously to ballads and I would be the first to fall asleep during sister bonding night.

I miss happy hour on Wednesday’s because Annie, Tom, Dan, Austin, Molly, Maura and I still got to pretend we could still drink like college from 5-7 before passing out in bed by 9pm. I miss Zach taking me to greasy brunches or Mexican restaurants to break my eating streak every time I told him I was paleo. I miss Lauren’s willingness to eat back all our calories at shake shack after lifting at the gym. This is followed by Pat sending me a series of messages about how I will never achieve a six pack. They’re overrated anyways. I miss my adventures and sharing my fears and dreams with Kara, my patient and loving college roommate(she literally just called to check up on me as I type this). I miss Dan and I miss just laying there and openly talking about anything with Muffy. I miss David waking up to go on River runs and being a life coach during our car rides. I miss Vito being my cheerleader during the MCATs even though he’s busy as heck in Med School. I miss Crystal and Lan because they teach me to be resilient. I am heartbroken that I cannot be there to babysit and watch baby Sebastian grow up. I miss my group chat with Rachel and Danae filled with all things random. I miss sending obnoxious texts of outrage to Gina while we watch Greys Anatomy. I miss Claire feeding me avocados as well as my wanderlust. I miss me and Ducky’s bond- our rugby friendship has grown stronger even with distance. I miss my teammates. If you don’t know me that well you should know that I will always defend La Salle Women’s Rugby forever. They have been so loyal and kind and generous to me and days like this make it so hard.

Today is the last day of classes and then I’m off to doing what Cat does best for the next few weeks — diddy boppin’ around.

Kitty xoxo

Turn Down for Angkor Wat

“I Can’t Wait To Go Home.”

This is what I said to my country director from Princeton after missing my flight. Ten days in Cambodia was enough. I wanted my bed. Except home meant Laos. But Philly has always been home. However, that term is now associated with my house in Vientiane, adorned with coconut trees, Maddy’s hammock, and the Laos themed beer pong table perched against the wall which Zach painted.

We had a midterm break at school so I took advantage of it to get away and explore another place. Cambodia was awesome! I stayed in the capital, Phnom Penh for six days and Siem Reap, a city five hours away, for three days in total. Phnom Penh is the complete opposite of Vientiane. It’s grittier, louder, sassier and rough around the edges: a hybrid of Philly and New York. Even my journey to get to Phnom Penh was an adventure within itself: I took a Tuk Tuk to the border, hopped on a bus to get to Thailand, took a Taxi to Udon Thani and flew to Bangkok, and then had a seven hour layover in the middle of the night before  my one hour flight to Phnom Penh. After I got my visa, I had a bizarre interaction with immigration.

Officer: Why are you traveling alone?

Me: Oh, I’m meeting my friends because they live here.

Officer: Why you no travel with your boyfriend?

Me: I don’t have one.

Officer: Why not?

Me: *laughs nervously* I don’t know. Because I don’t have one?

This was followed by the officer and his partner exchanging words in Khmer and laughing before they let me go. I was too tired and annoyed to let it get to me. When I left the airport I took a tuk tuk because it was three dollars cheaper than the taxi. And I can spend that three dollars on more important things, like ice cream. I was staying at two of the PiA fellows’ apartment- there’s five princeton in asia boys who work in Phnom Penh. All I had was a screenshot of their address and hoped to sweet baby Jesus this man knew where to take me because my phone was on 20%.

During that week, I visited all the tourist spots: Royal Palace, Wat Phnom, Friendship Monument, Riverside and of course, ate too much food like always. I ate pizza for the first time. Phnom Penh has more western influence than Vientiane so I went to a pizza shop called “Brooklyn Pizza” whose owner is actually from New York and split a pizza and wings with Mai Yer. We spent $30 on that meal and I do not regret it one bit. The best part is USD is used as currency and the cost of living is way cheaper than Vientiane so I gave no second thoughts whenever I was spending money. The two parts which stuck out to me were the Killing Fields and The Tuol Sleng Museum, which was a school that turned into a prison from 1975-1979 during the Khmer Rouge in which thousands of innocent victims. I remember learning about this sophomore year of high school and just being so sad. I messaged my history teacher from that class two days before I visited the museum, which Joe and Diogo, the two Princeton fellows I stayed with lived only five minutes away from. Isn’t that crazy though? They live in the neighborhood where thousands of innocent people were killed and forced to confess to false crimes.

I was so happy to be going to Siem Reap because it was a tourist town and we were not going to visit any sad war museums there. Angkor Wat was so beautiful, stunning, and magestic. I went with Joe and his friend from home, Christian, who now lives in Singapore met us there. We saw sunrise, sunset, and about ten hours of just visiting different temples. My favorite temple was one that was completely surrounded by a lake and you had to walk on this little bridge pathway to get to it. There was also a temple called Ta Prahm where Angelina Jolie filmed Tomb Raider. Since we were there during Halloween weekend, I didn’t feel as if I was missing out on the celebration from home. We went to this bar called “Temple” (so original right), and at one point they turned off the lights and there were these people in masks that would just pop out of no where. If one of those fools came up and tried to scare me I would’ve dump tackled them because I’m not about that life. Also, one of the highlights was going to a Bug tapas bar. Yes, you read that right. Joe and I had a bet that if I came to Cambodia he would have to eat a deep fried tarantula. When we actually saw them on the street carts my stomach became queasy so we went to a bougie, western-friendly, restaurant where we were sure it was clean and safe. Honestly, it wasn’t that bad. It tasted like a deep fried soft shell crab. But I will never do it again. Sorry I made yall on snapchat!

When we got back to Phnom Penh, our country director, Audrey was there. Our directors fly to meet us during the year to check up on us and have one-on-one meetings with each Fellow.  I had just missed Audrey in Laos, so I went back to Phnom Penh to meet up with Audrey. She’s so amazing- she’s optimistic, a fearless leader and just so comforting to talk to. There were so many wonderful things about Cambodia but if you want, just stalk my Facebook album. It’s so much easier.


It’s Been A Lao-ng Time Coming… 

I knew something was up when it’s been two months and I haven’t gotten an injury yet. We all know I’m a magnet for bruises, cuts, and concussions. A few nights ago, I was driving home after work. It was dark and raining pretty hard. Before the lights turn green there’s this one period where everyone has a red light at the intersection so people just gun it and drive so they don’t have to wait for the lights. I’m not justifying my actions but I was tired, and impatient and wet. I wanted to get home. So I stepped on my gas pedal and drove. But so did the truck on the other side of the street. I tried to stop and hydroplaned but was not quick enough. I flew off my bike and onto the truck, my helmet broke my fall and smashed his windshield. And, I only left with minor cuts and bruises. What the hell, how? I’m telling ya, the Big Man upstairs keeps looking out for me. I was so lucky, and I learned my lesson big time. And because I’m the queen of concussions I’ve been getting little headaches here and there.  It’s nothing major but I’m going to get checked out at a hospital in Thailand this weekend. Might as well make a day trip out of it and try new food. Never stop eating.

I’ve learned to laugh at things I can’t control because why let negative things affect your life? One weekend, all of the Fellows were away. They actually went to Cambodia the weekend before I did because I do not have the same vacation days as they do. During those few days, I had my first stomach bug, a flat tire, and our power surged in the house, resulting in a broken iPhone charger and a fried laptop. I was so sad because I bought that laptop right before I left for Asia. That Sunday I went to Church because I haven’t gone since I’ve been here and I needed Team Jesus badly. The mass was in Vietnamese, Laos, and English. They only sang one song in English during communion and it was “10,000 reasons.” I was so shocked to hear the song because it’s a christian worship song that would never be sung at Church back at home. The first time I heard it was at a Presbyterian service I went to this summer where my younger sister interned. I started tearing up during communion because I was having such a rough weekend and before I went to Church I was telling God, “Okay, sorry I haven’t been to Church in forever but you need to give me a sign dude.” And that was my sign. The Big Man was telling me that’s he’s always looking out for me.

This weekend we have a rugby team from New Zealand coming to play and I’m so bummed! Of course I had to get into a motorbike accident this week. Secretly hoping they will do the Hakka and my dreams will come true like when I watched it in person in college. A girl can dream.

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Kitty xoxo

just a city girl, living in a laos-y world

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Now I understand why people fall in love with this city. It was midway through my second week and I was driving on my motorbike to the gym around 6 am. The night before, I was driving Jessica, my PiA fellow in crime, on my motorbike at around midnight. We were driving past the Phoenix nightclub near my house and there was a big van that stopped abruptly and pulled to the side. I swerved just in time and my bike got christened with projectile vomit, compliments of the driver. I went to bed disgusted but Jessica and I laughed about it over my last bag of Hershey’s chocolate nuggets. RIP American candy. The air that following morning was crisp and breezy, my hair was blowing in all directions and the monks were participating in their morning alms giving. This is when the monks leave their temple at sunrise and receive food from the local families and business who offer them rice, sweets and other dishes which serves as their meal for the day. While I was busy looking at the scene and taking in scents of delicious food cooking on the makeshift fire pits, a dog storms across the road and merely misses its death by .5 seconds. I slam on my breaks, which doesn’t like to work at times and the car behind me honks a very vicious beat. Typical Vientiane. You always get the bad and ugly. I fell in love with this city that day.

Nevertheless, I’ll always be a Philly girl through and through- even after visiting beautiful cities such as Paris, Amsterdam, Bangkok,  Venice and now Vientiane. It has a unique charm; it’s a hybrid of the previous French colonial influence and traditional Lao while a modern scene strives to emerg into the city. It’s such a cool vibe.  The people are so selfless and giving and understanding of my ungraceful moments. For instance, the merchants at the markets are so patient with my inaudible Lao, the barista at the French coffee shop Chan Malay caught a Geico after it climbed next to me and I threw an embarrassing fit, a gas attendant read my mind and he gave me two bottles of water before a long one hour drive to a waterfall park, and a man in my neighborhood literally chased me down to remind me to turn off my bike lights because it was daytime and the cops  love to find any reason to hand out fines. I think they like me, they really really like me.


Fancy Seeing You Here 

Before arriving to Laos I was aware that I still had relatives living here- they actually live twelve minutes away from my house. When my dad’s family moved to the States’ they gave their house to their cousins.  When we visited twelve years ago they took us to their farm and my sisters and I got to visit that very same house my dad lived in. Now that I’m older, I can’t imagine how emotional it must have been for my dad when he returned. He never really lived in Vietnam because of the war and was a resident in Vientiane for twelve years, so Laos is technically his home country. He probably never imagined he would be return decades later with his family. Now his daughter is breathing and eating (way too much) in the very house he grew up in.

Let’s rewind a bit. I was hesitant to reach out and so was my dad. They’ve lost contact since 2004 and we didn’t know how they were doing and I am not making that much to financially support a family.  So my dad put me in contact with his childhood friend here who helped me tremendously during my first week.  Coincidentally, my uncle was vacationing next door in Vietnam so he, his girlfriend and his friends from France and Australia who lived on the same block as him growing up came to visit Vientiane. I am always at my Uncle Quang’s house back home in Philly- he lives five minutes away from me and I’m very close with his daughters: Huyen and Thuy. They’re basically my older sisters. Anyways, Uncle Quang picked me up in a tuk-tuk he rented for the day and we decided to surprise his cousin.  As we were approached his house, I saw a sign that read “Kung’s Cafe.” My dad’s house has turned into this cool al-fresco dining cafe completed with hanging flower pots, bamboo decor and even a mist machine. This was also the week of the ASEAN Conference so the waitresses were wearing ornament Lao clothing and there were all these reporters and important looking people with their ASEAN lanyards eating in the cafe. My aunt was so overwhelmed: this was the first time she saw my uncle in forty years but she was also busy entertaining these legit looking diners. I randomly started talking to a guy who looked American and it turns out he works for NBC and he was only here because there was buzz that Obama was supposed to come and he found out about this cafe on the Lonely Planet Website. How stinking cool is that?! I showed the reporter the pictures of me in the living room from twelve years ago which is now one of the dining areas and he was so shocked. “So I’m meeting a Legacy of this house,” He said. I felt like Mia from Princess Diaries when she found out she was the ruler of a country. Except my famous owns a cool ass restaurant. And that’s better. Food is always better. So Obama was supposed to come one day but thirty minutes before his arrival it started to downpour. It’s rainy season here so the rain is absolutely unpredictable and bonkers. It’s like living in Florida. The White House staff that was there before him said secret service wasn’t letting him come anymore because you have to walk down an alleyway to get to the cafe and it would interfere with their communication system. So the staff ate but POTUS did not get to come. Bummer. This would have made my blog post 50x cooler.

After my Uncle left, I went to my Aunt’s the Sunday after to get to know them. It felt weird without my parents. But I have to remember that I’m basically an adult now and I have to learn how to do things on my own. It forces me to improve my Vietnamese because I feel rude speaking to my aunt in English and I barely know any Lao yet. My two nieces, who were five and two when I met them are now lively, charismatic and adventurous teenagers. We ate lots of food and went to the night market together. Now I come there for dinner on Sundays and help tutor Numwan, one of my nieces, English. Before my Uncle died he was her English teacher but they haven’t found a tutor that she worked well with so I told my aunt I would give it try. Numwan even roped me into helping her with French homework and I surprisingly remember more than I know. Thanks Ms. Cargan!



Teacher On Tap

Honestly, I don’t know what Princeton was thinking when they chose me to be a teacher in Laos. I was applying for an non profit position in Thailand or Singapore. During Orientation, my director, Maggie, who coached the National Lao Women’s Rugby Team, told me “you have a teacher voice. Your voice will sound nice in Lao.” All I did was smile because I didn’t believe her. All I did in college was dissect animals and study chemical structures and cry because I didn’t understand those chemical structures and bonds. I had no official classroom management training. And yet they still trusted me to teach at the top language school in Vientiane.

On my first official day of work, one of the directors told me that they completely changed my classes. I thought that all my students would be ages seventeen and up. Nope. Not at all. Two hours before my first classes I found out that my students were ranging from 15-26 years old among three different classes. This was a joke right? I was ready for Ashton Kutcher to pop into the office and shout, “You’ve been Punk’d!” Long story short- it went fine. My toughest class has been my 13 to 15 year olds.  The girls love to flirt and the boys think they’re all on the cover of GQ. I would love to tell them to get over themselves but then remind myself that I went through the same phase not too long ago. And they know I’m not that much older. But I am persistent on answering “100” whenever the class clown, BeBe, asks for my age. Keeping the mystery alive.

Vientiane College is not funded by the government; it’s a private tuition run school and the students’ main goals are to get the scholarships to attend grad school in New Zealand. So you basically have to have money or be on scholarship to attend classes here. Two weeks later, one of the directors asked if I can cover a level one beginners class. I was terrified- I don’t know how to teach seven year olds! Rob, this hilarious and amazing teacher I’ve grown fond of told me, “Just do it. You accepted this Fellowship because you wanted a challenge right?” So I said Yes. My “substitution period” is now continuing until the first week of November. I have a feeling I’m going to finish out the term as it ends the first week of December. But I don’t mind because I have grown so attached to these little ones. Surprisingly, they have taught me the most. Their English speaking level is comparable to my Lao. Whenever I teach them a new word they excitingly translate  in Lao so that I can learn as well. Their eyes widen and they clap animatedly when I pronounce the tone correctly. They are so eager, so lovable, so carefree and innocent.

One aspect I admire from my students is how much they value their education. Each class is an hour and a half. If you ask me, that’s forever and a day in teaching time. I’ve never had any awkward silences where I do not know what to say and I just do these “teacher things” that just happen. Big man is always looking out for me.  During my first week, I didn’t lesson plan correctly and tried to end class five minutes early. This was my advanced class so the students just sat there and looked at me. One boy, Bie, spoke up and said “Teacher, at VC we have a saying that every minute is 1,000 kip.” I was so embarrassed yet motivated to be the best teacher I can be for them. English is their key to get out, to earn an collegiate education at an international institution. I think back on the days when I basically ran out of class whenever lab ended early and here my students are hanging onto every word I say until the very last minute. They put life into perspective for me.

Teaching at Vientiane College has been a blessing in disguise. I am so surprised at how natural it feels.  Actually, if I didn’t have teaching assistants I would be dead. Is this real life? I am twenty four and have teaching assistants. This would never happen at home. Disclaimer: I grade the tests and assignments myself. Sure there are days when I want to snap and give my students all F’s- but that’s all part of the process right?  Thank you, Audrey, Maggie, Alex J, Alex C and Emily — y’all really know what countries to plant your Fellows to help them blossom.


Hit Me With Your Best Shot

My first week was challenging. That learning curve made me even more resilient. Now that week five is almost completed I feel as if I am starting to find my place here. I know my favorite/cheapest vendor to buy grilled chicken, sticky rice, and pho. I love riding my motorbike now- it’s the adrenaline rush I look forward to everyday even when my bike decides to randomly stop in the middle of traffic. Why haven’t I driven motorcycles at home? It’s so convenient. I’ve learned that I hate waiting for red lights and it’s so easy to swerve in an out of tight spots on the road– totally getting rid of the car when I get back to the States. Shout out to Mai Yer, the fantastic and caring second year fellow who got me to overcome my fear of motorbikes and save me from a year of sweat and buying a push bike.

I am taking Lao language lessons once a week with a private tutor which will help me feel more accepted in this community. I am still hesitant to tell people I am Vietnamese but the locals here think I am Lao anyway. The administrative and maintenance staff at my school are Lao, and they love it when they see me eating the local food in the teacher’s lounge when I’m doing work. They don’t know that I’ve been eating it my whole life and plus, it only costs $1 in comparison to the $12 I would spend if I wanted pizza.  Every day I try to learn a new street by going down a wrong road on my way to school or the gym. I have also grown fond of eating alone to learn new restaurants and practice my Lao and Vietnamese. I was so proud of myself for overcoming one of my biggest fears– eating alone in a restaurant. But here it feels so aesthetic and I’ve grown to like my alone time.

I haven’t gotten homesick yet really, except for the streams of snapchats I received from Austin, Annie, Tom and Dan Black one afternoon. They all made Laos T-Shirts and wore cat ears for their beer Olympics team. La Salle Rugby has always been so loyal and way too kind to me– playing for a women’s French team here has not been the same.


Miss you all as much as I miss Nyquil, chocolate, sour patch watermelon and almond butter.





Vientiane College
ATTN: Catalina Ta
PO Box 4144
23 Singha Road
Vientiane, Lao PDR



ToTo We’re Not in Philly Anymore

Toto, We’re Not in Philly Anymore…

            Vientiane, Laos. The city I’ll call home for the next year. My journey started from Los Angeles, California. There was no one else sitting in my row so naturally I kicked off my Toms, grabbed the other two pillows and laid out for the next thirteen hours. My first layover in Taipei, Taiwan went by fairly quickly because it was only three hours and I used the Wifi to tell my parents I was still alive. The airport was so clean and super cool- at every gate there was a different theme in the waiting room and it was decked out so I spent about an hour and a half just walking up around to the different terminals. Most favorite: the botanical room filled with fresh orchids in big white pots and ceiling to floor mirrors.  Least favorite: Hello Kitty. Enough said. My next layover in Bangkok was eight hours and it was pretty brutal. First, the airport tried to make me pay for a Thai visa (which by the way US citizens do not have to pay for a Thai visa) just to go downstairs and pick up my suitcases at the baggage claim and check in again. I was hungry and sleep deprived and my Philly sass was not about that life. I ultimately ended up speaking to a Thai airlines rep and they transferred my bags for free. I rewarded myself with a four hour nap on a random sofa while clutching onto my schoolbag for dear life because there was about $2500 in cash stowed at the bottom. The flight to Vientiane was only fifty five minutes which was perfect because I was starting to get antsy– I was going on twenty four hours of travel by now. While the plane was taking off, the overhead cabin above me snapped open and the lady across the aisle from me jabbed on my shoulder and pointed to the ceiling. “Oh great” I thought. I haven’t even gotten to Laos yet and I’m about to either get another concussion or black out from this obnoxious bag.  Luckily, an airplane attendant sprinted down the aisle and slammed the compartment before rushing back to his seat. My knight in not shining armor. When I got to Laos, I accidentally stood in the customs line for ASEAN Summit Diplomats. Of course I was sticking out like a sore thumb with my casual getup while the others were sporting suit jackets and fancy ID lanyards. I got pulled aside by a guard and thus began the next fifteen minutes of questioning.  I was mortified. My roommate Zach picked me up at the airport because Lord knows I had no idea where to go. When we got to my house I immediately fell in love. It has a super big yard with palm trees and Maddy brought her hammock so I’m living a dream just laying underneath coconut trees.  I have a king sized bed but after living on a twin size bed the past twenty four years I am conditioned to sleep in a small space. After dropping my things off at our beautiful house, we immediately drove to another fellow’s house because Jade and Jeff, the two summer interns were leaving the next day.  The last time I saw everyone was at orientation in Princeton so it was cool to finally meet again in a different country. I talked to another fellow, Sara, for most of the night. I feel as though I know Sara because I’ve been reading her blog posts before arriving in Vientiane and I definitely was a Stage Five creeper when I would answer “Oh I already knew that from your blog” whenever she would tell me a story of things I have been missing out on. Great start, Cat.

Just Keep Swimming..

               The next two days were, shall we say, cloudy with choppy waters. Kat, one of the other fellows, didn’t have work my first day so I hung out with her. I went to lunch with her and Spencer, another PiA fellow (she and Spencer both work at the same NGO) at a really nice restaurant that Zach picked out.  Afterwards, we went to a coffee shop so Kat could get some work done and I contacted my family to let them know I was still alive. The SIM card I bought for my phone wouldn’t register and my house doesn’t have internet yet so once I left the cafe I was disconnected from the world. That evening, I played in a tag rugby tournament. I haven’t played anything close to rugby in almost two years but it felt so comforting once I got going. My teammates know that I am a calm kitten but once I’m on the pitch my anger comes out and I accidentally threw the F bomb. I was so embarrassed and apologized profusely. 

The next day Zach didn’t go to work because he wasn’t feeling we went to run errands and picked up my motorbike from Kat and Spencer’s house. The motorbike I bought had a flat tire, loosened brakes and has all these special quirks I have yet to learn to even get the engine to start. It’s a semi-automatic bike which means nothing to me and it’s name is “Little Red.”  Now usually I’m always up for a new adventure and any activity adrenaline filling but i was just so terrified to ride this bike. Spencer was so patient with me as I tried not to crash my bike into the wall driving up and down the small road on his block. He’s a saint. I practiced for about fifteen minutes when Zach came back from running an errand and asked if I was ready to drive the bike back home to our house. Honestly, my confidence level was at about a 25.5 but I just smiled because I have no other choice. I.Was.So.Terrified. I ended up being that super slow grandma driver that everyone hates because shifting gears makes absolutely no sense to me and my bike would randomly jerk while we were on the main roads. Spencer, Maddy and Zach made a little barricade around me as we drove to our house. If I didn’t look like such a wimp we would’ve looked so cool, like the guys on Sons of Anarchy all riding down the street with our motorbikes. After that, I was pretty much traumatized and wanted nothing to do with riding. One afternoon I tried to get over my fear and did little donuts in our driveway to practice while Zach played on the Ukelele and walked in circles around me sporadically yelling “Catalina, foot on your brake!” Our neighbor across the street came home around that time and just stared at us because we definitely looked crazy. Yes sir your neighbors are crazy.


She Doesn’t Even Go Here…

               There’s this taboo that a Lao woman cannot live together with a falang (westerner). I started to notice that people would stare when I rode on the back of Zach’s bike. At first I thought it was just me but he said he noticed it too– I think it just bothers me more because I don’t like standing out. We went to run errands one morning and went to this mom/pop shop right outside our neighborhood. There were some Lao men socially eating outside the store and they asked if I was Lao. I haven’t learned the language yet so Zach told him I was Vietnamese. This man’s face immediately turned into a scowl as he stomped back to his friends, staring me down while talking to them. I immediately felt so unwelcome and uncomfortable and nervous. We bought the dish sponges from the lady and as I was strapping my helmet back on the man walked over to Zach to whisper something while pointing to me. Zach didn’t fully understand what he was trying to say but he said the man was telling him to watch out for me. I felt so uneasy the rest of the day. When I went to the coffee shop with Maddy I called my cousin and immediately broke down. The tears just kept falling– I was jet lag, scared, and hated being so dependent on the others because I feel like a burden.  Maddy told me to just focus on the little victories during my first few weeks here because it will make my transition so much more bearable. That pep talk got me going and for the past few days I did start focusing on the little achievements. 


I’m All The Way Up..

                Literally right after my crying session, I got in contact with my dad’s childhood friend who still lives here. She’s retired now and used to work for the Red Cross. She picked me up at the cafe with her driver and took me to her home where I had lunch with her family. Her grandson fixed my iPhone and her guard gave me some tips on how to ride because he has a semi-automatic bike as well. I called my parents from her house and they were relieved that I was fine. Her daughters are a few years older than me and we exchanged phone numbers.  One of her granddaughters actually goes to Vientiane College where I’m teaching at so it was cool. Apparently VC is the top English school in Vientiane and they have an awesome reputation. Oh man, the pressure was on. I started to feel so nervous about teaching.

When I got back I went to Buddha Park (a big tourist spot) with Kat, Maddy, Sophie and Caitlin. Sophie is this British girl working with a textile company who I dubbed “the Victoria Beckham of Laos” because she is so stylish and super fun. Caitlin is from Australia and she works for a water non profit and I called her “Aly Raisman” during our tag rugby tournament because she’s in the frisbee, rugby and running club. Also, after three rugby games this girl was doing cartwheels and flips across the field. Holy Moley. I visited Buddha Park when I visited with my family twelve years ago so it was a nice walk down memory lane.  Maddy has a nice fancy camera so she took all these awesome pictures- like the professional ones you see in magazines. 


Insert Vulgar Rugger Song Lyrics Here..

               On Tuesday night Maddy and I went to rugby practice. It was supposed to start at 6pm. We got to the field at about five to six  and I was immediately nervous because thanks to my college coach, Ali, I have PTSD from all those sprints I had to run if anyone was ever late to practice. Basically the women didn’t show up until about 6:30 so Maddy and I practiced with the men’s team for a bit. I got this sense that the men thought they were automatically better than us because we’re girls which is awkward because back at La Salle the men and women’s team practiced together. So as soon as the guy tapped the ball I sprinted up and tagged his waist because I was not trying to have them play me. Let’s just not get me started on the male/female divide in society. We started off doing simple defense and practice drills for the women’s practice. Then we started rucking drills with pads. Oh man, I’m gonna feel this tomorrow I thought when we started. The men’s rugby coach commented “what, did you play for the NFL?” after I went to which I muttered “no i played in college” because two years ago is an eternity in rugby life and I did not want to be put on the spot. After twenty minutes we did live drills (finally) and there was this girl that plays on the national Thai rugby team.  Now, Catalina Ta does not like to get dirty especially in this muddy field (I was always the one who showered before rugby socials) so sorry gal but I am not letting you tackle me without a fight. The coach told me to swap out and be the next tackler. I was nervous because I have not done so in two years but it was like this switch just turned on when the girl started running towards me. I could hear Ali’s voice in my head “Cat get low and wrap around” and laid her out. The woman’s captain exclaimed “wow you’re a natural!” But Maddy blew my cover and said I played in college. It felt so awesome to play again. This was my first personal victory in Laos. Things were starting to get dramatically better. Who would’ve thought getting thrown around on a muddy field for an hour would be such great therapy?

Wake Up, Wake Up- First Day of School!

                  After six days in Vientiane, I was scheduled to  meet my directors at the college on Wednesday. I was actually supposed to start teaching Sept 5 but Obama’s visit pushed school back another week– thanks POTUS! I woke up and of course it was raining outside. I threw on some shorts and put my dress in my schoolbag because I planned to take my bike to a repair shop before my meeting at 10. Of course, the bike didn’t start and after fifteen minutes of unsuccessfully revving my engine, swearing at the bike, and groaning a couple times, my British next door neighbor was driving past my house and rolled down his window. “Are you alright,” he asked. He couldn’t help me with my bike but it turns out he’s also a teacher at VC so he gave me a ride to the school. Big man upstairs has really been looking out for me. When we got to the school I realized I still had my running shorts and a T-shirt on but too late– the directors were already coming to greet me. There were three other new teachers from England, Denmark and Australia and of course they were dressed to the nines. And here I am this obnoxious American in workout gear and damp hair– boy did I leave a first impression. The first floor of the school was populated with frantic parents trying to register their students for classes and I was informed that the New Zealand prime minister was visiting (oh just a casual day at VC)  in a few hours. They provided me with my class material and the four classes that I would be teaching and boy did I feel overwhelmed. I know how to write chemistry lab reports not lesson plans. I got assigned with a fellow teacher who will serve as my mentor this following year. She was so chill- she’s from Minnesota and has been living in Laos for six years. Her fiance is Lao and he’s currently in Australia right now and they’re going to split their time in America and Laos after they get married. 


Ta-Ta for Now

State of the Union: I am enjoying my first week in Laos. I anticipated these challenges before moving here but it’s different when you’re actually experiencing them. I know I’ll look back and laugh about this in a month, I’m actually starting to because blogging about it is sort of therapeutic. Here’s to hoping I have all limbs in tact by the end of the year.



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