Although the weather for Cambodia has been rather cool, it still feels like I've been stuck in a time warp and have been living in July for the past 5 months. I tend to forget that next week is Christmas. Sometimes I think it's better that way. I attended a Christmas hymn sing on Sunday and the songs made my nose tingle and left me slightly blurry-eyed as I thought about how I was missing out on my favorite Christmas traditions -- decorating the tree while listen to my favorite Bing Crosby Christmas album, making cookies while watching White Christmas and Miracle on 34th Street and cuddling up in a wool sweater to wrap Christmas gifts.
A friend of mine who has been suffering from the same holiday nostalgia suggested we head off to the sleepy beach town of Kep, and I happily agreed. It might be impossible to replace the time spent with friends and family, but since fir trees and stockings don't seem like a possibility this year, then I suppose hiking through caves and jungles and relaxing on the beach will do.