was chatting with my friend S. on Skype this morning.
We started talking about our upcoming, long-waited, almost totally planned, supa-dupah trip (no spoilers), while mumbling to myself “just a few more weeks, a bunch of days, so many seconds.. I can do it”.
Though April is almost at its end, weather here is disappointing.
Rainy. Cold. Just sad. To whoever believes that Italy is sunny and warm all year long. AH. AH. AH. No. Nope nope nope. Reconsider, guys.
Thus, holidays are definitely on my mind, all the time. As my friend A. says, the only way to deal with an ended holiday is to have another one to look forward to. Check 😉
So we were chatting about everything we are going to visit in a while and planning all the stuff we still have to do before leaving (I am the anxious one, must confess that); then we changed subject slowly and slipped back to Vietnam. We started recalling single, framed, sweet moments of those days. We got nostalgic right away and I started listing all the unforgettable little things made us smile or even shocked us for a second.
…waking up in the morning due to all that traffic noise (mopets honking all day long. ALL. DAY. LONG.)
These lovely ladies smiled the second they spotted me taking this picture. Most people travel on mopets (and transport any kind of stuff)
…people shocked at our request for bread in the morning. No soup. No eggs. Just bread, butter, coffee and some fresh fruit.
“No eggs?? You mean, no no? No soups?!”
“Yes, bread only..”
“No meat? No fish? Is everything all right?”
Ben Thanh Market, Saigon
…a sweet old lady who helped us crossing a 4 -lane road safely after ages of us trying not to be hit.
… young people stopping by just to have a quick chat, ask where we we from and wish us a good time.
..street food everywhere. And I mean everywhere, everytime.
…huge and crowded markets filled with tons of stuff. With a temple inside, if necessary.
Oh yes, I definitely have a thing for market and everyday life pictures.
Probably the hardest part is spotting the wire to fixI so love their traditional folk costumes and those hatsPictures of nature always call me down. And I love these colours