Hoi An, Vietnam
Five days in Vietnam with a Nepal hangover – reminiscing about those great mountains, amazing landscapes, warm people, and great friends I made throughout the whole journey. Five days of thinking about going home – anticipating and getting anxious over what’s going to be my life next year.
And then there was that taxi ride, after two transfers to go to the sleeper bus from Hanoi to Hue. Confused, I asked you “Are you also going to Hue?”
And you pulled me back to the present, to be in the moment. Ten days of easy, effortless conversations about you, me, travel, faith, family, and life. Ten days of laughter and adventures. Of cold, rainy, but wonderful motorcycle rides around Hue and Hoi An. Watching the sun set and rise in Mui Ne’s sand dunes. Ten days of being treated like a lady, but with respect for my independence. Ten days of you learning more English words, and with me trying so hard to pronounce French words properly. Ten days of cute moments when you and I have to refer to your small French-English dictionary for unfamiliar words, especially when we’re both tired from looong sleeper bus rides.
Ten days of bliss.
You made me enjoy every single moment in the present.
One last beautiful experience before my Big Trip ends.
Sunrise, Mui Ne, Vietnam
But I know that the end of my Big Trip is just the beginning of our story. And I’m looking forward to writing it with you.
*To Anthony, thank you. :)
*To Anthony, thank you. :)
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