Vietnam was... hot. So stinkin hot. Hotter than I remember. But this time we did get to stay with our very good friends (last time we went they were still in Atlanta for school) who are actually Vietnamese. Oanh, the wife/mother, is one of the best cooks I know. Seriously, Alton Brown could learn something from her. She cooks the best tofu. And I love tofu so very much.
Hoang, Oanh (parents), Ngan Ha, and Ngan Thai ("Mi" and "G" for short).
And as a side note: I figured out why the food there tastes so good. Because it is fresh. The meat, veggies, fruit, even the tofu--as in, you go to the (street) market and watch the guy in his shop making it right in front of you, then you buy it and take it home. Ahhhh.
The neighborhood market
Fresh tofu (you haven't had tofu until you've tasted it fresh like this.)
Also, fresh dogs
Anyway, we didn't do much in Vietnam other than eat food and visit friends. And adjust to the time change.
John and Anna posing infront of a garden of our favorite vegetable, morning glory.
Anna loved the dogs in the neighborhood and John would carry her around chasing them. I think most of those doggie friends will end up like the ones in the picture above from the market.
Walking around the neighborhood
Anna not riding in her car seat. They are more relaxed about car seat laws, as in there are none.
Now the trip wasn't all 100% fun the entire time. There was one part that was not fun, and almost made the whole thing not worth it. I had to fly there with Anna alone. And back home with her alone. Worst idea ever. If you have a baby, and you feel like going to the other side of the world with her, DON'T DO IT! If your husband or other helper comes with, then maybe. I would say that three adults per child is a good ratio.
Bali pictures will be in the next post, when I get around to it.
1 comment:
Uh, fresh dog??? I love your nonchalance. :) I don't envy you those plane rides!!!!!
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