Today was supposed to be a lazy day. Reading, doing laundry, getting ready for the work week. But fate intervened.
I went out for breakfast and a quick stop at a grocery store. All fine. Then I got back to the apartment and discovered I didn’t have any keys!
I must’ve left them inside when I left! I don’t use keys for anything so I never carry keys. I must not have thought about it.
Which is a bit weird, because until today I’d been obsessing over the keys. Fearing that I was going to forget them at some point.
Messaged the Airbnb host. They didn’t have spares easily accessible. It ended up taking three hours before someone came and let me in.
Once in… no keys. They weren’t there. I didn’t forget them. I LOST THEM!!
So I made a plan to retrace my steps and see if I could find them. But first laundry, reading, organizing my dive gear, etc.
Then, this evening. I went back to the grocery store and asked if they had received any lost keys.
No.
Walked from there to the restaurant where I had breakfast. Hoping I’d just see them laying on the ground. When I got there I asked if they had found any keys.
YES! They had picked them up and kept them!
On to part two of the day. The title up there: “P̄hĕd māk” (pronounced like “ped mach”). It means VERY SPICY in Thai. My dive guide told me that when I complained that the food wasn’t as spicy as I expected.
So I ordered a dish and said “P̄hĕd māk.” The waiter looked at me funny. We talked a bit. I convinced him I wanted spice.
I ate it fine. A bit of sweat. They said my head and ears turned red. But it was so good!
It wasn’t “P̄hĕd māk.” It was just “P̄hĕd” — spicy. They said even Thai natives don’t eat “P̄hĕd māk.” I told them I’d be back in a couple days for something a little spicier. As spicy as they usually eat it themselves.
Light a candle for me.
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