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| Our last street food diner: Vietnamese barbecue |
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| Me with Ha and his wife Huong and two sons, Minh and Thanh |
May 23rd:
Our last full day in Vietnam
The end of a trip is always bittersweet for me. I love
travelling so much. It is hard for me when it is over. I woke up this morning
at 4:30 am, and sat on my balcony just as the first light appeared in the sky.
I thought to take a picture, but my camera lens fogged over. And I thought,
“What a perfect metaphor for what I am feeling right now.” There is only so
much an image can capture. There is only so much that words can express. They
are never enough. They can never capture the whole image, or the entire array
of thoughts and emotions. They are always incomplete.
Suffice it to say that it has been an amazing trip. I
appreciate every moment. I am so grateful for this opportunity to spend this
time with these students, to see them in such a different context, to witness
their growth, to be there during an “a ha” moment, to broaden my context of who
they are, and thus, who I am. What a blessing this has been for me. What a
blessing these young people are.
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