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quirks and...CELEBRATIONS!

2 whole weeks without...

...boots
...long underwear
...hats, scarves, gloves
...hot drinks
...meat
...sleeping under 5 blankets
...blowing our nose
...2 pairs of socks
...free botox
...shivering
...checking to see if have hot water...or water at all...
...slipping on icy patches
...judging the quality of the day by how grey and smoky it is
...checking to see the number of digits behind the negative sign
...icicle-y eye lashes

We WARMLY welcome: fruit, sunshine and bootleg DVDs

We are so excited to not only be warm for 2 weeks but also to spend time with our good friend, Joseph, who is another Mission Intern in Cambodia.

Hopefully we will get to experience what life is like there. And get to enjoy some good hammock time on his porch, looking at the stars--that we haven't seen in a while.

Goodbye Mongolia, Hello Cambodia! (well...we're going to detour for a campout in the Beijing airport but we'll get there eventually)

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