Dude, it's a rare occasion, I'm crunked in Chiang Mai.  My family (aunt, uncle, and 28-year-old cousin) are in town.  I'm soon on my way to the beach--Krabi and Koh Lanta.  I hope it's not raining.  I'm leaving behind all my obligations at the farm and heading down to get a tan, go snorkeling, and visit a friend setting up a Permaculture project on Lanta. 

You know, I've been feeling kind of done with my life in Thailand lately.  I said I was going to be here a year, and now that it's been almost a year, I realize I should have learned the language better if I am to go forward here.