The Next Chapter - This American Girl

hanoi old quarter

 

Today I awoke to the sound of motorbikes honking. They wove past women balancing baskets of limes, ginger, and tropical fruit. Indiscernible chatter in a foreign tongue followed by laughter echoed up the walls to my window.

 

Hoan Kiem Lake

 

Good morning Vietnam.

 

Hanoi Old Quarter

 

Less than four decades ago my hippie parents sported long hair and peace signs and protested the war that many Americans and Vietnamese remember daily. In fact even the phrase “enjoy your time in Vietnam” sounds foreign to my mother’s ears.

 

Hanoi Old Quarter

 

But wandering the narrow alleys of the Old Quarter

eating streetside pho with the locals

and watching tai chi classes at sunset on the lake

 

Hanoi Old Quarter

 

Hanoi does not feel like a place tied down by its past.

It feels like a place of possibility.

 

Hanoi Old Quarter

 

And here, in Vietnam’s stunningly dramatic landscape with an intensely painful history

I begin the next chapter in my story.

 

Hanoi cuisine

 

Where I am the farthest I have ever been from home.

Where I do not speak the language.

Where I am traveling completely on my own.

Where I do not know when I will return.

 

Hanoi

 

This story has no synopsis.

I cannot predict what will transpire nor how or when it will end.

 

Hanoi traffic

 

But that is exactly

what makes it

an incredible

adventure.

 

Hanoi Hoan Kiem Lake

 

Won’t you come along for the ride?

 

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Hello beautiful soul,
In August 2018 I stopped blogging as This American Girl. You can continue the journey with us over at Earth Daughters where we walk the sacred path of feminine awakening. Will love to see you there if it speaks to you.
With love, Camille