No pictures because that experience was for me (and I didn't bring my camera). Just imagine four people sitting around a table eating and laughing, and a mother constantly sneaking more food into my bowl for me to eat. The Vietnamese are like the Italians that way.
And then today there was guitar club. Long story short, Lydia and I ventured over to try our Vietnamese and to see how well everyone can speak English (verdict: we both have a ways to go, but they beat us). We listened to more classical Vietnamese songs, played a few from the US ("Fire and Rain"), and got a bunch of phone numbers. They will teach us Vietnamese and we will teach them English. They also let us borrow a guitar to practice with.
| riding through Can Tho with a guitar on my back (in-action shots too tricky to take, so this was staged) |
Adam and I are going out for a drink, it has been a long week and we have class tomorrow at 8:30 am. I haven't slept this little since high school :)
Gordon, I love seeing my country through your eyes.
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