....and sometimes when you travel

you find a place where you leave a part of yourself behind but take a piece of it home with you. I have found my Shangrila. Bob and I are in Luang Prabang, Laos and the clock here stopped back in the 1950's. Time will spoil this place but for now it is a paradise populated by the kindest people I have ever meet. I really hate to leave. Tomorrow we are on to Cambodia. I can't wait to see what lies ahead for us. Hugs to all...Mary