This piece comes from one of my fondest memories of hiking in Northern Thailand. I was the only woman trekking with seven men, all of whom had too much Mekong whiskey and opium the night before. I wandered the village while they slept off what I assume was a brutal hangover. The women of this remote mountain village were welcoming. They taught me a few of their daily chores through charades. The children were silly and uninhibited. These four children were singing and dancing. I started singing “Old McDonald had a farm…”. They giggled and sang “e-i-e-i-o”. I loved this early morning walk. I traded the original painting for a 1968 cherry red Mustang.