It feels like the cool air of Da Lat has followed me back to the Mekong Delta. Tyler and I arrived back in Long Xuyen about noon yesterday, and I unpacked and visited a friend before I collapsed into a late nap. Tyler was holding a Christmas party that evening, and I went there and snacked and joked with students before we wrapped up. We watched a movie to end the night while the wind was beginning to increase in the trees outside. I tumbled into bed, sighing with satisfaction, “I’m home.”
I woke to a cool morning, and it was rather chilly on the ride to the office this morning. Breakfast was something that I haven’t had for quite some time: it’s minced pork mixed with spices and served after being cooked in its own sauce. Usually people eat it with a fried egg, and I did too. I ate it with fresh, warm bread and ice cold coffee in the cool air.