Spirituality abounds in this place and almost every house, building, and business contains a doll house size temple known as a spirit house. These miniatures are as ornate as their larger than life counterparts and several times a day offerings of water, flowers, and incense are placed there. These little temples are all beautiful and all unique.
Last night was our 4th in Bangkok and it has definitely exceeded my expectations. In many ways the bustling streets remind me of Central America, but it is also very different. We have already explored at least 10 massive Wats, which is what the temples are called. Some have been filled with farangs (foreigners), others not so far from the beaten path have contained only a few serene monks and devotees, others are completely empty. Only the empty ones can I enter without feeling a sense of trespass or sacrilege. I take off my shoes and cautiously enter, not wanting to offend. I enter with a sense of wonder and amazement, but also with a sense a clumsiness which makes me feel like a bull in china shop at times. When the temples are empty I feel more at ease, only the beautiful statues of Buddha can witness my inexperience.