On a vacation in 2004 Paco and I spent a week in Bangkok. That was the year of my conception madness. I was hell bent on getting pregnant but it seemed my ovaries had plans of their own, they were as stubborn as I am and refused to ovulate. By that time I had spent two years convincing Paco having kids was a sane idea, 3 months off the pill trying to get pregnant on the sly, 8 months charting my nonexistent cycle and 6 months taking my basal temperature. That isn't even mentioning the list of tests we had to go through. It took me a year to get pregnant and, in hindsight, it isn't really that long but it felt like an eternity then. So on this trip to Bangkok I visited all the Buddhas, temples and shrines I could manage to fit in a week without Paco killing me and pleaded for a child. As it turns out Paco didn't get the memo and only prayed for a baby at one shrine. ONE! Only at the Erawan Shrine, the luckiest one he claims. I guess he was right because it evidently worked.
A few weeks ago I was at Bangkok again and there were only two things on my agenda - give thanks at Erawan and shop at H&M. It was obviously extremely lucky for me on my first visit, so I decided to ask for something again. This time my intentions were far from noble - success and money. Well I do need a home for the children I was blessed with, right? Later at lunch I realized that I was such an idiot and paid 2,000 Baht for the flowers, candles and incense offerings instead of 200 Baht. That is over 2,500 Pesos!!! So I was shallow and lame and Erawan seemed to be telling me so. That and the fact that Paco is really the lucky one in this relationship.