Waking up at Inle Lake a month ago, I admired the view as I made my way to Shane and Arielle for breakfast. With a nod I said, “Good morning,” and we start chatting about the previous evening as a hostess sets a cup of coffee in front of me. In Myanmar sugar doesn’t help mask the luke warm cup of dirt water, nor does the room temperature milk help. I take a sip of coffee and my brain does a double take. What? It’s been so long, I let out an, “Awww my goodness,” and Arielle, anticipating this moment, clearly not having taken her eyes off my face exclaims, “Yes! It’s real coffee right! I was waiting for you to take your first sip!” We’re both seriously happy. But wait, there’s more!
Beautiful didn’t cut it for me. I needed a new word to describe what I was seeing and nothing that I could come up with was working. We were staying in a hut on stilts in the middle of Inle Lake. Every time a boat went by the whole hut swayed, ever so slightly. While we were in the middle of the lake on a map, it didn’t feel that way as there were islands and floating gardens all around us. But wait, there’s more!