12/2 Reflection

A year ago today, I waved goodbye to my Mom and Dad. I flew 26 hours to Delhi.  I saw the Taj and cried. I lived in Jarkhand with no running water or electricity but was able to blog once a week.  I fought for an extended visit to get stung by a scorpion then sedated with opium tea.  I saw the Golden Temple and the heart of God. Flew to Saigon. Saw the Mekong.  Fell off a Monkey Bridge. Explored Angkor Wat. Worked seven days a week for seven months. Been to weddings, dinners, parties. But even after a year, I feel like I don't understand Vietnam and still want to go back to India. There is still time I guess;).