A Year Older

I aged in Saigon - literally. I spent a wonderful birthday weekend with some equally wonderful friends, doing everything American and girly to boot. Dishing about boys, drinking beer and indulging in some much needed Pizza Hut, unfortunately sans bread sticks.

While growing older and wiser I came to some conclusions after this weekend:

1. An American entering the Vietnam War Museum feels exponentionally more American right after crossing the doorway. Not in a good way.

2. Alcohol makes me much more fluent in Vietnamese. Especially when trying to haggle with the cab driver to give us the correct change. Hai muoi, hai muoi, hai muoi!

3. Bad American movies are also bad in Vietnam, go figure.

Enjoy Uncle Ho's city below and here.