Today, I arrived in Don Duong, Vu’s village near Dalat after an 8 hour bus ride.  There barely any one on the bus but one of the bus drivers and another older man started up a conversation with me. This was my first real experience speaking Vietnamese.  We understood each other a little.  They asked about where I lived, why I came to Vietnam, and what I did.  I told them about my husband and his family and discovered that the older man knew the family.  The bus driver also said I was pretty:)

When I arrived at home, I slept, tried to learn how to cook vegetarian beef stew (I think I got it), slept some more, and then met the cousins again.  Little Khang was very outgoing and started to talk to me and check out my NOOK then asked if I wanted to go pick cherries.  I didn’t understand what he was talking about so he dragged me outside with him, showed me how he picked cherries and washed them and then we ate them with spicy salt.

After that, I hung out a little with the cousins while we try to understand each other.  They are learning to speak English and they say that its really hard.  Of course I think Vietnamese is harder.  We ate some more, I was directed towards the slimming greens rather than the fried tofu, and then went in search of an internet cafe, where I am now typing this post.