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My husband and I were in Asia for the first time, and found ourselves crossing into Cambodia from Thailand. The scene was complete chaos, from the moment we stepped from the bus. Men materialized and began shouting for our attention, each of them trying to convince us to ride in their taxi. One man grabbed our bags and we had no choice but to follow him, hoping he is a cab driver and not just a brazen thief. Kids rushed up to us, selling items or with small hands extended, asking for change. Tinier kids sat in the dirt, while some slept, and I had to pay attention to where I walked, so as not to trip over them. After that whirlwind of activity, we were relieved to get to our taxi, which we thought would be a relaxing ride to Siem Riep. Two hours or so after the scariest, white-knuckle, death defying ride I felt like I’d almost had it with Cambodia. Planning to see Angkor Wat though, I certainly wasn’t going to miss that. Plus, I figured we’d ride by tuk-tuk, which surely wouldn’t be as fast. The hotel said they would arrange for transportation, and afew moments later, a very shy, soft-spoken young Cambodian gentleman arrived who spoke little English, and announced himself as our driver to the temples. He was a fantastic guide, knowing the ruins quite well and presenting them with pride. We had a couple of simple conversations with him, as he told us about life in Cambodia. From the details he shared, I could tell right away he is a humble spirit; a hard worker with big dreams. He hoped to have a baby with his new wife. We immediately connected, and I felt drawn to him because of his hopeful energy, his joy, and his love that he was so eager to share despite his own personal hardships. He invited us to his home for dinner that night, which I accepted as a tremendous honor. We met his even shyer wife, who spoke no English and cooked us a delicious meal. I was profoundly touched by their simple lives, by their hopes and dreams, by how utterly sincere their friendliness was.. I’ve kept in touch with the couple since then. We excitedly told them we planned to visit again, and would be bringing friends this time. Shortly after that, they told us they were expecting their first child, a boy! He would be born right before our return visit. We spoke often through social media, sharing in the excitement of the impending baby. One day my friend tells me he has been very nervous, because he had not come up with a name for the baby yet, who was about to be born. I tried to be helpful, saying maybe his family might have ideas? But days passed, and no suitable name was presented. One day in conversation I tell him not to worry, the name will come. And he says, ‘yes. You.’ And I said, ‘Me, what?’ And after afew questions, I realize he is asking ME to name their baby. I cannot describe the chills that went through me to be bestowed the honor of naming another humans baby. I was so humbled and overjoyed, and spent quite some time pondering my decision. I finally presented my choice: Ammar. It is an Arabic name that means long, prosperous life. I found that quite appropriate. The bonds we can make with people in different places when we travel can last lifetimes, of this I am sure. Adventure is always waiting, but the fulfillment you receive by traveling with an open heart will inspire and touch you, and make memories that last long after your return ticket home.