It's been a very very long time since we've had time to ourselves. Between Laurence's last-minute trip to Thailand for school and basketball and all that routine "stuff" it was hard to find some time to enjoy the little things. So, this weekend we decided to just pick up some stuff, jump in the car and head to Port Dickson (about an hour and a half away) to enjoy some time on the beach (and the pool). We stayed for just one night, having snuck out of KL after a double-header basketball schedule with the girls basketball team. We got there at around 6 pm, and left by the next day at 1 pm, but in between there was time to enjoy a lazy sunset, to reintroduce Irini to to the wonders of waves and sand and just deurbanize our life for a while.
Irini's open demeanor also made us short-term friends with a local family that was, like us, out and about moseying the sands of Port Dickson. As we walked on the beach a rather large air-filled ball came rolling along, being taken by a gust of wind. We stopped it and Irini walked it back toward where it came. For a moment or two we thought no one would take responsibility for it until, out of the water, a woman and three children walked out of the water. Irini marched over and handed her the ball, which she appreciatively accepted, and then they offered for her to play with their set of spades and buckets and the like. She did, happily, for over half hour. In all our time in Malaysia we have never had such an impromptu get-togethere but, if there's someone who can open doors beyond culture and tradition, it's Irini!
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