Hoi An, Vietnam

Having got off the plane in the morning, and met our custom’s agent with a gruff nod in Danang Airport. We were met by the kindest hired driver who drove us into Hoi An, were we would be staying for 10 days.

The first stop, find food, which was a rather humorous story. Nothing was open, except for the corner store, which was really a store in the middle of a family kitchen. We grabbed noodles, water, and whatever fun stuff we could find.

This is actually one of my favourite things to do when I first visit a country, I simply have to go grocery shopping, and in Vietnam it came in many forms!


After we caught up with food, checking in, and oops, falling asleep at 2 in the afternoon. We then woke up at 2 a.m the next morning to a hungry 6 year old! All good, we had noodles, and a t.v!

Instead of going right for the touring, we headed to the beach early in the morning.

Hoi An, Vietnam


The sand was soft, the water was cool, but it was spectacular! We met lost of great people, and there were so many kids for our son to interact and play with, even if they didn’t speak the same language.

All along the beach, there are fabulous restaurants set up, no shoes necessary, and lounging is a must. The food was, well, absolutely fabulous. We sat finishing a beer, while our son happily played in the sand below under our watchful eye.



I highly recommend the Hmong Sisters, the food was great, the setup was so comfortable between the umbrellas on the beach to the lounge open spaces under the shade. The service, well, I don’t think there is such thing as bad service in Vietnam, it is all friendly, fabulous, and kid friendly!

Happy Friday,

Dip Kid


I knew Vietnam in another life

For as long as I can remember, Vietnam had haunted me. The stories my grade 7 Geography teacher had shared, its beauty, its people, its innocence and resilience. The stories he told in class of friends he had lost, ghosts he lived with, memories that haunted him, and a continent he could never escape. Vietnam was something I had to see, to experience.

My husband and I both had been planning and talking about Vietnam for years, so many times we had come close to jumping on a place and visiting, but plans were always foiled by something when we finally saw a 3 week opening, we took it, we jumped.

I don’t know what it was, or how to explain it, but stepping off the plane in Danang, I felt at home, like this country and I had known each other in a previous life. Everything about it sang to me, lifted me up, and spiritually filled my soul.

China beach at 7am. I walked on that beach, and realized what my Geography teacher meant. This country was pure magic in every way. I finally understood why, after being conscripted to serve at 18 in Vietnam, why he never felt welcomed back in the U.S. and why he spent his career teaching kids like me, in international schools. He had something and an experience he needed to teach.


Kids on a Bicycle


It took a lifetime for me to finally make it to Vietnam, but it took a minute for me to fall in love with this beautiful country.