I've shared a few stories of how the locals in Vietnam were thoroughly confused by me. Language barriers failed to curb their enthusiasm. This curiosity opened up precious interactions, adding evidence to just how amazing this place is. I hear the broken record playing every time I describe a place I visit as magical. Is it the fresh eyes on new ground,
everything is amazing thing? Could be. Or sometimes it is what it is, magic. Hoi An encompassed a big heart in it's people, the sun tannin' weather to the insanely charming geographical location. Extending my stay every night proved the hold this place had on me. Morning bike rides through rice paddy fields that eventually led to beaches that demanded you hang out all day. Afternoon naps no doubt because of too much sun and beer, if such a thing is possible. Evening strolls through Ancient town where too many food choices lead to breaking all diet rules, and the custom-you-can-make-hanbags-galore shops left me in a stupor.
P.S. It's magic...
