I'm back in America. home of the free, brave, strong... and I am not so much feeling any of those things at this moment. Quite the opposite really; overwhelmed by choices, fearful of material/spiritual infiltration, and weak in the middle of my eyebrows. Alas. This is to be expected after spending 7 months frolicking in the east. After the narcolepsy and culture shock pass, I'm sure I'll feel differently about the limitless options and the perpetually pesky to do list bling blanging away at my brain. Vietnam good times include:
My Quang slurpems
Red plastic stools
My bike Maude
Estebano Bruce
Same same not different different
Uncle Ho busts
Vietnamese coffee stained teeth
Nuevo Amigos
Ghosts
"Hello hello! How are you? Where you from?"
Ladies walking around in pajamas
Motorbike rides to the beach
"teacher, why?"
Random karaoke
Guiltless relaxation and naps
Mrs Lac's hearty chuckle
Sun, sun, sun