It was a first today. Something that I never expected to happen in my time here. I called the bus company to reserve a ticket to the big city tomorrow morning, and they thought I was Vietnamese. She kept referring to me as “uncle,” even though I’m 90% sure that she was older than me. When the woman finally asked for my name, she said: “Oh, a foreigner.”
I never expected this to happen because I haven’t attended a Vietnamese class in years and didn’t think I was progressing at all on my own (because I really don’t even study anymore). I don’t know, I guess it’s a boastful moment for me, but I really felt elated about it.