It’s not often you find a country that no one is from; where the only ones indigenous are the plants. However in Mauritius the equal non-nativeness of the island may be part of the reason the place works so well. Off the coast of Africa, a continent plagued by the lasting effects of different peoples stepping on each other throughout time, Mauritius sits as an appealing alternative; a more harmonious way different cultures can share a space.
Where was Rumpelstiltskin? Where were Hansel and Gretel? All I could find were Ha and Hang and Hung, all Nguyens. Something didn’t match.
In Da Lat everything you think you know about Vietnam is wrong. There are pine trees instead of palm. There are hills instead of beaches. People grow flowers instead of rice. And it’s cold. Actually cold. Ok, more like cool but definitely not brow-dripping hot like the rest of the country. Da Lat makes you stop and wonder, “What da what is going on?”
…and we’re married!
Being married is like before but better. JD is now fully, legally what he has already been in my heart. I fail to properly describe the awesome (in the true sense) moments we’ve had moving from Engaged to Married. So I won’t try. Instead, just thank you to all the friends, family and special randoms who’ve made it the beyond great that it is. And mostly thank you to JD, my travel partner, life partner, my partner in crime and now my husband.