Brenda, Philip, Josephine, and I took a taxi to the Weekend Market this morning. The Weekend Market is something like a flea market, but 10 times larger than any I’ve seen. It was very hot and felt quite adventurous having none of the Thais with us. But the trips there and back were flawless with minimal traffic, and neither of the taxi drivers trying to rip us off.
Josephine and I stuck close again and after we got back to the hotel we hung out in her room and then went for a nice walk. Her laugh is like what the Little Prince’s must have sounded like; tinkling of glass, sunny and joyful. I’m beyond attracted to her. Beyond fond of her. Nearing being endeared to her.
