I am what I eat, that explains my good taste =)
This past summer I went back to Laos. Here's a description of what I saw when I was arriving there.
"The small airplane was humming loudly, and I noticed out of the window that the clouds were starting to clear and that the brown murky water of the Mekong River was becoming a brighter shade of brown. The features of my family’s homeland were becoming more distinguishable with every second that pass as I sat in the small boisterous plane. The digital clock on the plane read 3:42 p.m.; we were about ten minutes away from a land that I only heard about in my bedtime stories, Laos. I could see the bomb craters that scarred the land which were left behind by the gruesome battles during the Vietnam War. As I sat in the plane, I thought to myself that war and mass killing is a reason why any being would relocate into a different environment. My people left and spread all over the world in searching for a place to call home and here I was, sitting on a plane, heading back to visit the broken dreams and painful memories. "
I am an Asian American. I am a Hmong Asian American. I am a child of a refugee family. My family originated from houses and dwelling areas such as these...
They left their beautiful country land and homes to the gruesome war.
They would get up early in the morning to a scene similar to this prior to the war.
I could also imagine my uncle at a young age carry water across a bridge similar to this for my grandmother to cook the first meal of the day, breakfast.