|Reunited in a foreign land feels like home.|
Reunited in a foreign land feels like home. The night before this photo was taken, I picked up Avril at the airport availing of our hotel's transfer service. Mr. Ming was the name of the driver. At the airport, Mr. Ming parked his car at the parking lot and I went to the arrival bay to wait for Avril. After waiting for a while, I finally saw Avril and gave her a warm hug. I missed her so much. I carried her bag, then went to the parking lot. At the middle of a dark parking lot, I introduced Avril to a driver who was "apparently Mr. Ming."
"Hello Mr. Ming, this is Avril. Avril, meet Mr. Ming."
This "apparently Mr. Ming," looked at us with a big question mark on his head. There was a strange silence for like five seconds.
Then I realized that it was NOT Mr. Ming at all.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I told the old man.
"Apparently Mr. Ming" scratched his head.
"Avril, look. There's Mr. Ming right there in the corner."
We were laughing the whole night, from the airport to our hotel. Major major blooper of the night.
|Lost in translation in the streets of Ben Than, Vietnam|
I don't mind traveling around the world with My Boo. Home is where the heart is.