Good morning, Phnom Penhners. Hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Aren't we all glad to be waking up to a wet and cool Monday morning?

Don't let the rainy Monday ruin your day.

This is my kind of weather... I love the rain as it brings out fond memories of my childhood in my hometown. So many memories. The sound of the rain, the smell of earth that comes out only when it rains, the reflected vehicle lights on the wet pavements, the sight of people scurrying for cover, the puddles and the feeling of raindrops on my skin whenever we (a band of siblings and cousins) were allowed to play in the rain. There is also the familiar aroma of caldo (chicken porridge) from my grandma's kitchen or batchoy (pork noodle soup) from the corner restaurant, and many more. But most of all, I love the rain because it cleanses everything... and we are off to a fresh start.

With today's weather, on top of all the reminiscing chuva, I'd like to think that the gods of tennis just realised they made a mistake last night. They all got it wrong. So they are sending the rain to commiserate, hahaha. But one thing is for sure, I'm one with Carlos Moya in saying this:

Y por ultimo, #yosoyderafa...ahora mas q nunca.

Totally sums up everything, ¿Es correcto, amiga, Ana?
Anyways, no sneaking back to bed today for me. There lots of things to do for me today and the rest of the week. Laundry, concept paper writing, mails, crafting, more painting (project garage) and a bit of blogging on the side. Oh, and looking forward to meet my friends for coffee this week :)
Hope we all have a great week ahead.