Meet Phim. Her name is pronounced like Kim, but with a "P" - don't say "Fim," she gets mad. I met Phim in my new job. She immigrated to Virginia when she was 11 years old. She is half Laotian, half Thai and spent her early years living on a rural rice farm and then in a refugee camp. We bonded instantly. She was our hostess for the Laotian festival at the Buddhist temple. She is also my Saturday morning exercise buddy.
Phim recently took us on an adventure. She said we were going to a birthday party for a friend. We were following her in our car. We drove in to the countryside, on windy roads. Kenyon and I wondered aloud where she was taking us. When we arrived, this is what we saw.
Railroad tracks and cars parked along the dirt path. What is this place?
Across the railroad tracks is a restaurant with electric palm trees. It is right on the river front. The building was an old house with a LARGE deck and seating added on. A dock in to the water and a man made beach (sandy area). People came from all around to eat here. What draws them?
The seafood. Crabs in particular. We ate some wonderful fresh crabs. Enjoyed the sand in our toes and the sun on our skin. It was a wonderful way to spend an evening...until the band started playing, but that is another story. Basically, the singer should only sing in his garage - not in public.
just Sheri, exploring with new friends
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