Dinner last night with the Frenchies and the Norwegians:

Turns out the world is full of interesting, cheerful, insightful people, who speak many language, including English. Lucky for the ignorant, fat, monolingual Yankees, right?

(as I mention from time to time, if you’re reading this directly on Facebook, you may be missing some photos. I strongly suggest hopping over to www.minglefreely.com for the full effect)
And magnificent sunsets

Good evening and good morning (respectively) from Mũi Né. Saigon looms but a day or two away.

I’ve shed some tears thinking about this, because it signals that we’re near the end of our motorbike odyssey through Vietnam. There are no words, though I’ve  written many, to truly describe how deeply and profoundly this journey has nursed, challenged, and enriched my soul. So I’ll stop now, because I’m getting teary, and I choose to eat more breakfast and write more later.
Here’s what the south calls an “omelette.” Delicious, but a total departure from the “piggies” that the Northerners call “omelettes.” This is more scrambled eggs poured into a blazing hot skillet and swirls around with ham and tomatoes. Blam, onto my plate. As I’ve mentioned before, most hotels offer a free breakfast of Dionysian proportions — fruit, eggs, bread, coffee, tea, the best damned strawberry jam I’ve ever had over and over — and I eat, like, five of them. Thankfully, the Viets live to serve and I’ve never been castigated.

Also, the “bacon” is actually bacon, but nowhere have I encountered a cook who knew how to crisp it. (Chris says this is true the world over). I suspect many places actually steam bacon. Not complaining, just observing. In fact, think I’ll order some more. Now.
Best Day of My Life, So Far. And it’s only 8:30 am.

0 Replies to “Dinner last night with the Frenchies and the Norwegians:”

  1. One of the happiest things ever is that this whole fertile, fecund, fabulous layer of human life is still out and about in the world, bubbling up everywhere, connecting people from all over the world, building better humans. I benefited from it over and over during Peace Corps years and travel afterward. It all seems, in your telling and showing, divinely timeless. I loved it so, and it's thrilling to know it's a living world.

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