Archive | November 2012

Turkey with Chopsticks

Not quite.

Not quite.

Thanksgiving as an expat is a day of mixed emotions.  It lives up to its name and makes you stop and appreciate the important people in your life.  But when most of those people are on the other side of the world, it also does a great job making you homesick.  And so, with an ambivalent heart, I stepped into my very first Thanksgiving in Vietnam.

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Hello, Weekend!

Good morning, Vietnam!  Happy Saturday, everyone!

Guest Post Sucking Up to Da Nang

Seems we have kissed and made up after last post’s gloomy gloom outlook.  Why else would I take the time to write such a nice review of Da Nang if not for his charming looks and (debatable) great attitude?  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my much more upbeat account of Da Nang, Vietam:  Asia’s Most Underrated City!

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The Seven (Plus Six) Week Itch: Seeing Your New Home in All Its Pudgy Glory

moving to a new place

Three months and suddenly Vietnam and I have hit a wall in our relationship.  The initial crush has cooled down and we are facing the stark reality of each other.  The honking of traffic has become too loud.  The rain has become too frequent.  The scooters, too many.  And Vietnam seems equally annoyed with me.  Why else is he sending these obstacles to trip me up?  He won’t let me go to the beach (What? I’m I too fat for you now?).  He sends mosquitoes to keep me in line at night.

We’re on shaky ground.

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Life as a Slug of Leisure

slug of leisure

Who loves the spa?  This kid right here…the one typing in a semi-daze after her stressful two hour massage and facial.  Yeah, life’s rough sometimes.  Today was my first trip to the spa in my whole hard knock life.  Before today that was a source of pride for me.  I was too down-to-Earth to get caught up in all that seaweed wrap and hot rock fluff.

Now I take it all back.  I am no longer down-to-Earth; I am floating away on a cloud that smells like eucalypts leaves and lavender infused with love.  And I’m never coming back.

I feel 27 years younger, which doesn’t make sense but I’m too relaxed for logic.  Even when facing the siege of maniac scooters on the way home I couldn’t manage to awaken any feeling but wonderful.  Now that I have gloated profusely, I am back to my unicorn rainbow land of happiness.

Let the moonlight shine upon you and open  your heart to the splendor of the universe.  Believe in leprechauns and fairies, friends.