A few hours of biking is behind us. We stopped for lunch at a place that ended up having tiny servings. Oops. But thankfully the next stop was a market, and in the market is a coffee shop, with a large garden. Wooden shaded benches are scattered through the garden, near the pond. That’s true Thai stle — it reminds me of other restaurants up north where you have your own private thatched stilt hut to enjoy your fish. Here at this coffee shop, they had a snack that I hadn’t eaten since . .. my childhood. I can still remember popping the savory packet into my mouth while sitting on the mat in the yard, in the dark . . singing in the New Year. But back to the present. Our kids were so thirsty. And so ready to be off the bike. I am glad we left the coffee shop before any of them took a spill into the water.