in Mui Ne

i have officially hit traveler's fatigue. the last two of three nights were spent on buses and my feet are swollen from the heat, so i've hit the "i'm rather cranky" stage. at the same time, i'm on the bus ride through the gorgeous (and poor) countryside counting all my fortunes and shedding tears of joy.

God has been faithful to me this last year. when i felt most abandoned, i've been most protected. even my grief came with underlying comfort. i've been shaken indeed, but one year later - it all remains steadfast. faith, hope, love.

a love that i believed betrayed me has grown deeper, has grown wings. it comes with freedom.

as one travels along the rice patties, one sees large plastic bags attached to long wooden poles. they float in the wind, dancing like children. vietnamese scarecrows.

off to read more ("the namesake") and sleep on a bed.