The air conditioning blew through our apartment keeping the humidity and hot air outside. Five Thai international students sat in a circle laughing as wild cards were thrown down, smirking as a reverse card was played, and glaring (playfully) when a draw four card was placed on top of the pile.
Conversation moved on to us going to Thailand soon. “You should go camping in Thailand.” Boy suggested. As we threw around camping stories, I learned that roasting marshmallows is an American tradition. None of our Thai friends had ever had a roasted marshmallow…this had to be rectified!
Eileen ran to our neighbor’s house to borrow some marshmallows. I grabbed the left over logs from an earlier camping trip and the matches from the hearth. Soon we had a fire going in the fireplace and each Thai friend was leaning toward the heat, holding a chopstick with a small marshmallow stuck on the end.
“Mmmm…this is good.”
“Ooohh…too sweet.”
“Yumm…Can I have another one?”
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