Blake just finished his student led conference. He impressed us with his confidence and understanding of his own learning. The part I enjoyed seeing the most is how proud he is of his work. Beaming.
He shared his portfolio and his learning goals and outcomes. He gave us some facts about continents and oceans. He read us his nonfiction book about chess. In PE we played badminton. and swung on a rope swing. This is Mr B. He gives Blake some extra support in writing and we are so thankful for everything he does.
Mr Chavez, art teacher extraordinaire! Last but not least, our beloved Mrs Wild the music teacher. She and Blake have been through a lot together in the last 4 years. It’s the end of an era, though. Next year Blake will have Mr Chapa. He’s also wonderful and amazing. We are blessed with strong, loving, dedicated teachers.It is such a joy to be able to share his learning with him.
We’re back home now, but on our last day in Cambodia we did something that Blake had been watching very closely for the entire week. Every single time we visited pub street he spent time watching the fish, or preferably watching the fish and the folks having a fish foot massage. All week long we told him, if he wanted to give it try, I’d sit with him. No thanks, he said. On our last afternoon he finally felt brave enough.
I kind of like it. I’ve done it before. It tickles like crazy at first, but those little toothless fish really do get rid of a lot of the dead skin around your heels and toes. Blake’s 8 year old feet don’t have the kind of rough skin that the fish are hoping for, but they nibbled a bit.
We arrived at the Champey Cooking Class and the chef asked us where the boy would sit while Scott and I cooked. We assured him that Blake would be just fine and that there would be three Hossacks cooking today. It was Scott, myself, Blake, a couple from Tel Aviv, a young woman from Ivory Coast and a Beirut woman who lives 6 months of the year in Paris and 6 months in Austria. Neat crowd!.
Blake and two of his tools. A scary sharp knife and a funky carrot peeler. First course.
Making spring rolls. The ingredients included carrot, celery, lettuce, mint, basil, rice noodles, shrimp, and bean sprouts all wrapped up in rice paper. Second course
Traditional fish amok. Blake did great using a very hot wok. It all came together very quickly under intense heat.
A few Pokemon cards to pass the time between courses.
Third course – desert!
Fried bananas in passion fruit syrup with a little honey and coconut milk. Yum!
Blake and the chef. It was a great morning!
Bayon might be my favourite so far.
Though I’ve loved each one, and each one has it’s own feel.
That said, Bayon really took my breath away.
Today was the last day of our temple pass. Two more days of vacation. I am loving every second of Cambodia. Tomorrow we are doing a Cambodian cooking class at Blake’s request. We’ll see how that goes.
This morning we visited Ta Prohm. Inside was perfect, but outside we were mobbed by begging or selling children. It’s tough to watch. They are sweet, dirty wee urchins. All over Cambodia, in all the literature, there are clear warnings asking tourists not to support these little ones, because if they are rewarded for selling or begging, they will not go to school. It’s tough, you just want to open your wallet and give it all to the tiny little beauties, or grab them all up and take them home with you.
This morning we took a long ride out to Banteay Srei. It’s known as the Fortress of Women. The carving is so intricate and detailed historians believe it was carved by women not men. It wasn’t the biggest wat we’ve visited, but it sure was pretty.
On the way we watched the sun come up at Sras Srang. This was a huge outdoor bath especially for the king and his concubines.
This last one was taken at Banteay Kdei.
Yesterday we visited the Khmer Ceramic Fine Arts Centre. I thought we were going to paint on a plate or bowl, which we love to do, but I was way wrong. There was real clay and a real wheel and we made a real mess, but we had a blast. Mr Tola, our tuk tuk driver, took the pics because I was up to my elbows in clay.
I can’t wait until they arrive today!
Blake had some extra support from this guy. He was so smiley and helpful and completely deaf. That didn’t stop Blake from chatting to him the whole time we were there.