Saigon, Vietnam.
I just spent the last three days at Saigon Mui Ne resort hanging out at my hometown beach. Mr. Thuong much appreciated the bottle of Bombay Sapphire I imported for him from Australia (as the bottle we bought in the U.S. decided to soak my luggage), and Mr. Ngoc just appreciates the general love and affection I offer as I told him he is much more difficult to buy gifts for and that I didn't want to just give him a piece of junk. I also stopped over at neighboring CocoBeach and had dinner with Thierry, Daniel, and their friend Simone and was glad to see that the Australian lemon passionfruit butter and raspberry mango jam I gave Thierry, certified chef, was being very seriously enjoyed. Otherwise, spent much of the time sitting around drinking drinks, reading on the beach, and actually was up to see the sunrise this morning. I love going out there - it brings me so much peace of mind. In a few years, aunt 9 and 10 will have their own resort in the area and I might just decide to make it a second home. Of course, must mention that Mr. Ngoc not only had his driver take me the 200km out there and take me back to Saigon, he was also kind enough to take care of my entire bill at the resort. Lucky me!

Have heard complaints from people in the city about my perpetual vacation. I just say, "Hey, somebody's got to go on vacation, it might as well be me!" Oh, and non sequiter, Sunday, February 3rd marked my one year anniversary in Vietnam. Hard to believe.

Have had a look at the application for bike touring in Europe and frankly, I think the job suits me perfectly. I mean PERFECTLY. Everything about it. The problem is, I've got to sit and work on the application and I just don't have the days over the next couple of weeks to do so as I am going on one more vacation before I go back to the U.S.

If not, all New Yorkers who need housesitters, call on me. And if you find a great apartment, let me know. I'm looking. And if you have a great job for a very happy person, let me know. I'm looking.