coffeetime

I sit here drinking some coffee that i brought home after my trip to Vietnam.
This drink has so much meaning to me, first ofcourse cuz it makes me feel close to my Jenny.
But also cuz it brings back some wonderful memories of my stay at her home. The care her father had for me. The first few days they served me the usual green tea, but as soon as they knew i liked coffee so much, her dad would make sure to have some coffee for me each day. It also reminds me about how her younger sister would bring home icecoffee for me as she returned home from school.

With everything they did, they showed so much care for me, each and everyone of her family. They cared so much even if i wasn't the perfect guest. On a few occasions our cultures did collide, I'm an adult guy and used to western way of life, so the care and concerns of her family did choke me a few times. But still they stayed so nice and friendly.
I miss them all so much. I miss vietnamese style of life.

waking up at crack of dawn, seeing the local women walk in group to the market each day. Every day the same group, Always talking much. I couldn't understand what they said but i can only assume that very much like here it would be a constant stream of gossip.

Watching my girl walking around the house getting ready for work, her dad inviting me to the table for breakfast and coffee.
Such relaxed start of the day. Watching the chickens walk around the yard...
Its difficult to remember how i filled my days when she was out to work. Usually after breakfast finished her little niece would wake up, and she kept me busy a lot as she was Always wanting to play. Funny girl she is, the first few days she didn't even notice i don't speak vietnamese but later she would bring her schoolbooks to teach me vietnamese language, and few minutes later she would speak vietnamese to me and wouldn't understand why i don't know what she says. The first day she was shy, she would hide behind the back of her father or grandfather.. from 2nd day she sticked to me like glue. She has written so many little notes to me, basic things like teddy loves Jenny with a little heart drawn around it. Can't count how many of those notes i brought home with me. But i kept every single one of them. My Jenny considered it a bit foolish of me that i gave so much attention to those notes and that i Always put them carefully in my pocket and suitcase later. But now and many years from now those little silly notes are such nice souvenirs. They are things that can never be bought or replaced. I will continue to save them carefully so i can look at them again many many years from now and remember my first meeting with my vietnamese family.
Well coffee is finished now... enough walking down memory lane... I might write more when i drink my next vietnamese coffee. cheers all