Reunited in Vietnam: Home is where the heart is.

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

While in a foreign land, I realized that locals look so much alike. There's a magical feeling being reunited in a foreign soil. A strange land becomes home when you are with someone you truly care about. I realized it's not where you are that makes a place a home, it is the people you are with. I finally made sense of the old saying -- "Home is where the heart is."

I don't mind traveling around the world with My Boo. Home is where the heart is.