After our 24 hour adventure to Laos, we rolled in thinking a nap sounded nice, but were whisked into the city by Hans and his lovely wife, Noot (I'm totally guessing on the spelling of her name. Should have asked for it when we were there.) She wasn't exactly thrilled to take us out to eat Lao food, because, as she says, "I eat it all the time!" but she graciously obliged. And I'm so glad she did. Lunch consisted of cut up spring rolls, and then meat and veggies (oh lettuce, how I've missed you so!) that you wrap up and dip into different sauces. The peanut was my favorite. They also introduced us to the Lao style of drinking beer- mixed with a little bit of Sprite and ice. Not bad- not exactly Andrew's cup of tea, but I thought it was great! Like a beer spritzer! We lounged around after, played with their adorable son, Eric (easily entertained by rolling a ball back and forth under the bed with Andrew) and then went out for more food! I have to say, there's something satisfyingly cave-man-esque about balling up some sticky rice, scooping out freshly grilled fish away from the bones with your fingers, and dipping it in chili sauce before stuffing your face. Yum.
