Rain

December 14, 2013

We took the overnight train from Hanoi to Sapa, a small town in the mountains of North Vietnam.  From here tourists walk to villages, have home stays, experience the beauty of the area.  We had plans to visit a village close by and a large market where many village people come together for trade.  If I were home, either San Miguel or Coyle, I would don my rain gear and go out exploring, it is only a constant and mild rain, after all, and it is in the mid-50’s.  Instead, I am taking this opportunity to rest in our Sapa Garden Bed and Breakfast, read and write and enjoy the sound of the rain and the sound of the birds and the hum of this family home turned bed and breakfast.

We walked into town yesterday.  It was so foggy that we could not see across the small town square.  There are Hmong saleswomen on the streets wearing traditional clothing selling mostly small purses made from local textiles.  The girl who attached herself to me for the day was 16 years old.  She was a beautiful young girl, the same age as my oldest granddaughter.  I have experienced hard sell in Mexico, Turkey, Egypt and how many small purses did I need to buy to make a difference in her life?  Maybe I am not just hiding from the rain.

I "like" a page on Facebook called Grow Food Not Lawns.  No lawns in Sapa.

I “like” a page on Facebook called Grow Food Not Lawns. No lawns in Sapa.

During French colonization, Sapa was the place to own a home to get out of the Hanoi heat.

During French colonization, Sapa was the place to own a home to get out of the Hanoi heat.

Down there, somewhere, are some beautiful terraced gardens.

Down there, somewhere, are some beautiful terraced gardens.

I am not giving myself an F in blogging because here I am, trying again.  It has been ages since the last post because I have been grandparenting, friending, sistering, daughtering and hiking in the breathtaking High Sierra Camps of Yosemite National Park.  Since I do not own a smart phone and left my computer in the trunk of the car for most of this trip, I did not post to WordPress.

What can I say?  I’m old fashioned.  Being with my family and friends trumped being in cyberspace. One of my friends still has, better sit down for this one, dial-up.

I hope all that may ever read this blog will have spent the better part of August 2010 with their computers turned off, surrounded by those they love, breathing the fresh air of their favorite camping spot.

Back to work.