Dear Friends & Fellow Walkers,

I’m on my way to Cambodia soon, where I’ll be walking &  cycling every day, visiting two shelters that are home to 114 formerly trafficked Khmer girls as well as the  orphanage and schools where the nation’s youngest and most vulnerable are living, learning and growing with help from our daughter and from everyone who’s supported our cause for liberty, justice and freedom for all.

Some of what we’ll see and share will be difficult to read about.  But as we know, even in the face of sadness and grief there’s always hope and joy in our world, and we owe it to ourselves and to the memory of those who are gone to look for that joy and celebrate it.  Ending suffering where and when we can is part of being human, and I believe it is an important reaction to the events in Connecticut last week.   For  years now I’ve found myself returning to the Prayer of St. Francis whenever I am challenged by life, and today it feels particularly relevant:

Outside Newtown High School

Outside Newtown High School

Where there is hatred let me sow love.  Where there is injury, pardon.  Where there is doubt, faith.  Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. Where  there is sadness, joy. 

My daughter Melissa tells me that the Khmer are beautiful people who are grateful for even the smallest acts of kindness and generosity.  When I visit their small country I’ll be posting photos, insights, and reflection on what we see, learn and do.  I hope you’ll join me on My Second Big Walk, and share your own stories of joy, learning, and adventuring.

See you in the New Year!

(P.S. This picture was taken on our last day in Austria, July 2012.  Yes, friends, I’ve been living, loving Image

adventuring and writing.  I hope you’ll welcome me back and share your own journeys in life!  In the photo are, from left: my nephew Jack Albanese, my mother-in-law Rosemarie Helm, my son John Albanese, my husband Frank, me, my daughter Melissa Albanese, and our fabulous host in Medraz, Austria — Peter Fischlechner.

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Its beginning to feel a lot like Christmas... in a very weird way.  Bustling streets have lights on the palm trees, and shops play christmas tracks all day. Even my 6 year-old, ESL, predominantly Buddhist munchkins know the words to "Jingle Bells."

I sort of got to play the role of Santa this past week (sans the beard and belly, fortunately.)  My grandmother, Roro, sent money for me to buy books and other supplies for the kids at SSD orphanage.

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Christmas in Cambodia is simple joys, books & toys. This year, more than ever, we owe it to ourselves to spread happiness to children in every corner of the world.

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Happy holidays from Cambodia!

 

Now that Thanksgiving has passed, I’d imagine that people in the US and Canada are beginning to eagerly anticipate Christmas.  The festivities with friends and family, the holiday food, the snow, the gifts…

Personally, I’ll be working both December 24 and 25, and am as far from snow as physically possible.  But that’s just the way the gingerbread man crumbles...

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Friends, Family & Fellow Walkers Friends & Family! I hope you will read and perhaps share our 23-year-old daughter's efforts in Cambodia to fight trafficking. She is teaching English in Phnom Pen and volunteering for CCPRP and ECPAT: Cambodia. ECPAT Cambodia is a finalist in the "Save a Girl" funding competition, which Melissa spearheaded. They are at 65% of their goal. The deadline is Dec. 24, but even more than money our daughter assures us that awareness and knowledge that somewhere across the world people care about their plight and want to help them means so much to these girls Your compassionate awareness is enough, but even the smallest contribution goes a very long way. Happy trail-blazing, from our family to yours!

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One of the first things I was warned about before coming to Cambodia was to bring plenty of skin moisturizer and cosmetics from home. Why? Because the majority of products sold here have whitening powder in them.  Below is an example of an advertisement for moisturizing cream:

Unlike in the US, where we strive to look tan and sun-kissed, in Cambodia people avoid browning their skin to be any darker than it is. 

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Is there anyplace in the world that is truly colorblind?

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This is not going to be as cheerful a post as my last.  But the fact is, the memories of the Khmer Rouge and the genocide that killed roughly a third of Cambodia's population three decades ago still greatly effect life here.  In the weeks I've been here, numerous Khmer people have readily brought up the genocide to me: from the street vendor I wrote about in my last post, to the tuk tuk driver whose first question to me was had I visited the killing fields yet, to the wasted, barefoot Khmer at the bar who referred to himself only as Mr.

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Melissa Walks the Killing Fields

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This has been an exciting week! Student teaching began Monday.  My students call me Chur (as in, Teachur.)  I have nine kids age 6-13 at the orphanage in the mornings, and work with the restaurant staff at my hotel at night.  Not all of the kids are actually orphans: many come from families living in the provinces that are too poor to support them. 

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More from my daughter in Cambodia, where she is amazing me every day.

My 22-year-old daughter, Melissa, is in Phenom Pehn, the capital of Cambodia, where she will begin teaching English on Monday.  She is an adventurous soul with a beautiful  heart and an eye for the details about life and people that make for good writing and good living.   She’s also taking gorgeous photos of this place on the other side of the earth, where paved roads turn to yellow mud and luxurious houses shrink to shacks as you walk away from the city center.

Below is a link to her blog.  You can follow her directly, or you can read my feeds: I will be posting her blogs regularly.  This one features children selling souvenirs on the the beach…instead of going to school….and a wrenching insight into the unfortunate souvenir Melissa brought home from the coast.

How about YOU? Where have you ventured lately?

Sihanoukville.

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