Malaysia
The next morning, I went to the Lemon Cafe, where I had breakfast at a place with more chefs and staff working the floors than hawkers in a baseball stadium. Each seemed to be interested in just me: "Do you want more coffee?" "How do you like your eggs? Can we get you anything else?" With such encouragement, I tried a variety of Japanese and Malay dishes since this would be my last meal in Malaysia.
I had several hours to wait until I had to be at the airport, so I took a long walk around the town. Not once did I feel like a stranger. No stares, glances or questions about where I was from. Each store I stopped into greeted me as a typical customer. Truthfully, it felt as comfortable as home. I think I will really miss this place!
When I returned to the hotel, I met with Brenda Cox, the director of sales. She was as proud of the city and the hotel as I was to enjoy it.
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Then...then...then it was time to go to the airport and head for home. Too soon to leave, too late to do anything else...except come back.
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