This is my friend Abe. We met a year and a half ago on a bus in Vietnam.
Some of you may remember him and his friend Adam from posts about how they protected me from a chopstick attacker and how they helped me get to church.
The three of us only traveled together for about four days, but I cried a little when they left me in Cambodia and went back to Boston.
Abe was in the Northwest for some grad school interviews last week, and our shared Seattle experience was quite different from our shared Asian experience:
- Instead of eating rice and tropical fruit, we ate Mexican tamales and red velvet cake.
- Instead of watching the sun rise over Angkor Wat, we watched the sun set over the Olympics.
- Instead of sweating ourselves into a state of dehydration, we wore coats.
- Instead of traveling by tuk-tuk, we made illegal U-turns all around town in my gold Honda.
- Instead of scaling ancient ruins, we hiked an urban park.
- Instead of getting full body massages, we... hmm. There is no parallel.
Just pray that I run into more nice Jewish boys.
