Being in the capital feels like we are in a different country - foreigners everywhere, paved roads, American restaurants and European-style coffee shops with blueberry muffins, shiny new supermarkets - our home in the Wild West seems so far away. I definitely enjoy those little luxuries on our trips to the city. And then it strikes me that my list of "luxuries" has definitely grown since coming to Cambodia - like hot water, constant electricity, eating at restaurants that actually serve healthy food, taking a hot bath, being able to pretty much eat whatever kind of food I want (except Ethiopian - still waiting on that one). In America, all of that is just part of life, and even if you are working in the ghetto of the inner city, you can still enjoy all those things on a regular basis.
Now don't get me wrong - I'm not out to start a pity party for me. I write all this to show how much more thankful the Lord has made me for all those things. And by calling them "luxuries", I'm recognizing that I could actually survive without them - and sometimes do. The question is, how complaining and grumpy would I be? Would I be like the Israelites in the desert, who wanted the "leeks of Egypt"? (Can't buy leeks here!) Or would I allow thankfulness to characterize my heart? I pray that every day, it's more of the latter!
In other news, we took the plunge and rented a scooter for our week in town. Andrew took a lot of convincing, especially when we saw a motorcycle accident on my first night here. But so far, it has been convenient and much cheaper than taking "tuk-tuks" (motorcycle rickshaws) everywhere. It has even increased my prayer life dramatically, as driving here "feels like being in a game of Frogger", in Andrew's words (anyone else remember that game?).