It's finally happened. I've gone crazy. We spent the last 3 nights in Hoi An which is a small town in the middle of Vietnam. The primary purpose of this town is shopping. There are tailors everywhere who will literally fashion any clothing item your heart might desire. It was time to relax, walk around, explore the surround area, and shop your heart our. Those of you who know me, know that shopping is not my favorite thing to do, but you better believe that I participated! I bought a new pair of pants, and a cute little black dress that I am looking forward to wearing when I am not sweating all the time. Let's talk about the sweat for a second... I am honestly sweating all the time now. We've had no break from the heat for about 5 days, except for one afternoon thunderstorm that cooled things off for about an hour. Due to the fact that I don't want to be one of those travelers who spends too much time in the air conditioned hotel room, I've been going out and fighting the fight. This means that from about 6 am (yes I've still been getting up early to try to cram as much in as possible) till about 10 or 11 pm I'm sweating. I think it makes me feel a little crabby, and highly irritable.
All this being said, Hoi An was a beautiful town. 3 days ago I woke up at 5:30 to go to the fish market when all the little old ladies are bringing in the days catch. Due to the fact that there is little to no refrigeration here, people shop for groceries every day. I saw the most bizarre things in this morning market, including a whole basket full of ducklings (clearly someones bfast). Yesterday morning I woke again at 5:30 to drive out to My Son (pronounced Me Son) which are ancient ruins that date back to the 4th century. Unfortunately a significant portion of the ruins have been ruined from B-52 bomb blasts! I have seen up close and personal a blast hole. Wild. This morning I rode a bike out to the beach at 8 to sit in the sweltering sun for about 10 minutes, and then float in the China Sea for an hour! It was lovely.
Siagon/Ho Chi Mihn City is much more intense. Tomorrow is a trip to the Cu Chi tunnel to see where the VC operated during the war, and then an afternoon at the War Remenants Museum which apparently has brought every man, woman and child to tears. Blah. I've figured out that we go for an intense day or two, then take a break. Tomorrow marks the beginning of my last week on the trip, and we have so much planned between now and then I know I'm going to be running non-stop. Good thing I have a few weeks before school starts again! I'm going to need to REST! :) Hope everyone is well, and I love reading all your comments! Thanks for checking in with me! xoxo
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As I continue to follow your journey, I become increasingly excited for your incoming 4th-graders: they will benefit so much from your experiences.
I, too, plan on benefitting as we float on our styrofoam snakes on Flathead Lake in a couple of weeks. There, I will try to imagine being on the Mekong or Nam Song river or the China Sea as I listen to your stories. I can't wait.
Until then, stay safe and open-hearted. I love you.
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