Holidays, Vietnamese Style

    I know, I know.  A whole month!  I have an excuse.  So many big aspects of international school life happen so early.  Exams and report cards were something I was ready to do.  Ordering for next year, and being involved in the hiring process for next year, I was not!  I still need to go in for a couple of hours today or tomorrow to finish the math department ordering.  SSIS has hired a new upper school principal this week.  I was invited to facilitate the faculty part of the interview process, and pull together faculty feedback.  It was an interesting process.

     It is amazing to me how early the "Where will you work next year?" conversation starts.  Friends assure me it is how it works in the international school world.  If I think about it, I knew that I was moving here in February of last year.  I have thrown my hat in the ring to make a move to the comfortable land of elementary school.  (Whose principal is also departing and a new assistant principal job is is open.) We'll see what happens.  

      It is our third day of a three week break, and I have started to feel the connections between my brain synapses again.  But I have to back up...

     We had a lovely Thanksgiving with our friends the Perkins.  

The dinner was awesome - the turkey some of the best I have had in years. We celebrated on Sunday because we all worked on Thanksgiving Day!  It was a little strange.  I am proud to say I made a pecan pie, as I have for my southern husband every year since we have been married.  Here, it was a challenge to top all others.  The pie pan?  My neighbors.  Baked?  In the Perkins' oven.  Pecans?  After sharing my astonishment of the $20 price tag for the right amount of pecans to a wonderful SSIS parent at the check out line at our local western gourmet food shop, she sent her stash to school for me.  I am finding out that expat life is about sharing and helping others out in new ways.

      The morning of our Thanksgiving celebration, our school hosted the Terry Fox Run for cancer research in HCMC.  Charles ran the 5K in honor of Nancy Riley, my sister in law. It was a wonderful community event on a beautiful day.  

 I also made tributes to Grace Carey and Jon Brenner, two people who are in our thoughts and hopes in relationship to cancer research.

     We could tell the Christmas season had officially started when we saw the beautiful lights outside of our balcony.

Charles wonders whether or not there is a translation issue involved in the story of Christmas in Vietnam.  Did they think that Jesus was born in a cave?  I laughed it off at first, but after seeing many "cave" creches around the city, I wonder if he is on to something...  (By the way, this one has a rush of water that runs over the top and back of the tarp. ??? Fabulous, eh? The cotton snow is so realistic.)

     The Christmas season also brought familiar kinds of  celebrations like a fantastic dinner and dancing party at The Duxton (a fancy hotel downtown) hosted by SSIS.  It was great fun.  We had roast beef and other wonderful foods that were a rare treat.  How fun it was to dance and party with colleagues.  I think we have found a great baby sitter to boot.

     Maeve went on a school field trip connected to her study of seasons.  They went to Dem Sen park, an amusement park.  They went into the "ice cave".  Yes - the thrill of an amusement park event that involves putting on heavy winter coats and being in the cold!  (I can hear my sisters in New England giggling.) A very nice mom who supervised Maeve on the trip sent pictures to us.

     Maeve has had her first season of performances.  She excelled in her solo in the dance recital.  The most fun for her, I think, is  her new fancy dance outfit, complete with wings and halo.  Maeve had a solo for the jingle bells number.  Very exciting.

     Her school Christmas concert was fun too.  I took my whole sixth grade science class to watch.  Maeve was asked to be the narrator.  She did a splendid job.  No fear whatsoever of the microphone.  (OK, maybe one very public nose pick...)

 

     Aside from the holiday preparations, our lives have been busy and full, with all of the events all homes with kids enjoy.  Maeve is proud to annouce her first loose tooth!  It is now very wiggly wobbly.  Will the tooth fairy and santa come on the same night?

  This same kindergartener is also reading like a pro.  Learning to read is a process I have spent so much time thinking about, as I took doctoral courses in language and literacy, but it still feels like magic when you are in the midst of it!

  Sophie "reads" too.  Each story shared, Maeve reads first and then Sophie.  She is quickly learning her letters and numbers.  We just got an old huge chalkboard from school like the one we have on Trenholm.  Let the learning begin!

     We found the Vietnamese version of playdough and had a wonderful day creating.

     We still swim at least four times a week!

     You would be impressed with how well Santa has done with absolutely no Christmas wrapping paper to be found.  (Brightly colored bags from the store, bulletin board paper - shhh.... don't tell school, regifted gift bags...) I have done two things that I said I would never do this Christmas.  #1 - buy a fake tree. Voila!

 It could be the most atrocious Christmas tree I have even laid eyes on.  "  It's beautiful!" is all Maeve and Sophie have to offer.  Enough said. :)  We found some stockings for Santa to stuff too. Right now we are playing "Christmas morning", taking turns wrapping "gifts" in blankets to pretend that Santa has come and unwrap.

     #2, I bought a Barbie doll. The things you do for your children...

     We are counting down the days to Christmas with our paper chain of dates.

I realized, as we put up the tree, that it was the first year that the girls were able to decorate the entire tree by themselves together.  Wow they are growing.

     I got the best Christmas present early, straight from Kindergarten.

     We are off to a matinee of Madagascar 2 at the NEW MOVIE THEATER TEN MINUTES AWAY!!!!!  It is amazing, in this last week alone, the new one stop Lotte mart grocery store, bookstore, movie theatre, and bowling alley opened, as well as a new children's book and toy store which is slotted to open elsewhere today.  Walking into the Lotte Mart two days ago brought tears to my commercial American eyes.  We will no longer have to go to a million different stores to do our weekly shopping.  Phu My Hung and Ho Chi Minh City have changed exponentially even since our arrival five months ago.  People talk about how ten years ago there were not stores in Vietnam that were anything like grocery stores.  (Actually, this entire part of the city was a rice field ten years ago.)

    (We have just returned from the brilliant new stadium seating movie theater with only 8 people in it for the movie.  We paid $10 for all of us to see it.  We returned to greet our housekeeper who just cleaned the entire apartment.  Sometimes I like living in Vietnam.  : )

     We are fine, and realize that this international life wears well on us for now.  I know that there will be moments during our holiday season when we will miss people, family especially, terribly.  It won't be long before we see them again.

     I promise it won't be a month before my next entry so check in.  And drop us a line, we'd love to hear from you!   jsriley@aol.com

We wish you peace, love, and joy for this holiday season.  

We miss you all.

Love, the Waughs

Steamy November Vietnam

    Yup.  It is still hot.  Sweaty at 7:30 in the morning after you walk to school hot. I knew there would come a point when it would feel so different that it was still hot.  I have hit it. We have had a few glorious nights when we have slept with the windows open, and last week brought beautifully breezy mornings when I was tempted to keep walking to the park instead of school. On the flipside, how fantastic is it to spend every Sunday morning at the pool?

    I realized a couple of things when I looked at my blog the other day.  First of all, it has been way too long since my last entry.  There is no doubt that we have entered a new realm of daily routine and life here.  Time is flying.  Today you could not have convinced me that Thanksgiving is a week away.  The other thing I realized is that my pictures and descriptions have become much less about Vietnam and what is new in our life here, and more about happenings within our own smaller, daily, expat life. I have therefore promised to try to capture more of the daily, uniquely Vietnamese aspects of life that shape our days here.

      We are almost well, after a week of passing around a cold and fever/achey virus.  Quite honestly I am always a little relieved when we pass something around the house quickly because it lets me relax, knowing that it is not a mosquito borne disease that we have to worry about.  Thursday, I was home from school as well as Maeve, and we actually had a nice day reading - all of us! I read 3/4s of Three Cups of Tea. Maeve has reached that moment in time where she has transformed into a reader.  It's so exciting, so fun, and seems like magic. I was so happy at the joy she took from a lingering visit to the Fahasa bookstore downtown.  Needless to say we left with a few samples and always take the opportunity to grab a few good English books when we can find them.

     I returned to school the next day with a rose on my desk.  :  )

 Thursday was Teachers Day in Vietnam.  What a nice surprise it was to get a few sweet gifts.  I have to say that I definitely feel how differently I am viewed in the eyes of students and parents in Asia.  Don't get me wrong, I had many wonderful students and worked with some fantastic parents in the states.  But here, I am thanked profusely by parents every time I see them.  And yes, students have their moments, but overall, there is this huge, looming expectation that they will behave, be respectful, and be good students.  I have to be careful to make calls home when it is really necessary, because calls from teachers can bring extreme ramifications.

    I smiled on my trip to the doctors the other day because I actually recognized almost the entire trip downtown.  I wasn't sure that would ever happen amidst the cacophany and chaos of Ho Chi Minh life.  It's beginning to feel familiar.

     Just as my friends in the states talked about some of the best conversations with their kids happening in the car on the way to places, Maeve and I have great conversations on our taxi rides.  

     So here's something that made me happy about Vietnam the other day.  We had not yet bought cell phones.  I had heard that some people, as foreigners, had to go through lengthy processes of registering to get a phone.  We actually have survived pretty well without one.  (And there is the added fact that you can't really use it here to call businesses or get information because , well, most people speak Vietnamese and I don't.)  Anyway, my friend got a spiffy new phone that is pink and rings "Oh Micky You're So Fine.."  and she offered her old phone to me.  I was a little confused about how that would be helpful, but my friends David and Urko in the IT department at school put a SIM card in the phone for me, replaced the battery, and voila!  I have a cell  phone, complete with number, and a month's or more minutes all to the tune of 200,000 Dong (about $12).  (You actually purchase a card with  a chip that goes into the back of the phone and gives it a cell phone number and minutes and then you just load minutes onto it.) So I know that the pay as you go phones are getting more popular over time, but why the heck do we have to pay so much money to use cell phones in the US?  

     I love seeing babies on their moms' backs like this.  This is in our apartment complex.  

     Our local bakery on the street in front of our building.  It is Korean, and everything tastes as equally white flour sticky sweet as the sugary doughnuts the girls love the most.  We do live in an expat community, but it is the Korean expat community.  It is very interesting.  Most of the American, Brits, and Aussies that live in HCMC city live in a place called An Phu, which I have not yet been to.  It is about 45 minutes by taxi.

     I have high hopes for this new Lotte Mart (also Korean) opening in December.  I hope it may bring some one stop shopping back to my life.  We'll see.  It may be one stop kimchee shopping.

     Maeve made the school newsletter with this one from the Halloween parade.  She is with her closet kindergarten friends Andrew and Tommy.

     Being silly at home. It is lovely how happy and settled the girls seem to be.

     Waiting on the SSIS morning bus.  Maeve likes to be first in line and Dad takes her down a bit early so she can.  P.E. = swimming now.  Can you say even happier about life at school?  Charles and Sophie usually keep walking after putting Maeve on the bus for breakfast and coffee.  

     It seems we finally have people appreciating our beautiful little house on Trenholm Road.  They are renting , with a contract to buy when their home in Texas sells.  (You'll notice I said when. Keep your fingers crossed.)
        The weekend's job it to find a turkey for the big day.  We're celebrating with our friends the Perkins.  

What do we celebrate?

I am thankful for this life changing experience,

and our health.

I am thankful for our friends and family whom we miss, all of the wonderful people in our lives, 

and our new friends, especially those who make us laugh so hard we have to cross our legs.

I am thankful for Aunt Nancy's recovery, 

and the cabin visits we will enjoy with her and many others for years to come.

I am thankful that Grandma Riley had such a long and interesting life, and that I told her how much she meant to me before she died.

I am thankful for the luxurious time we have together as a family

as we look towards three weeks off for XMAS break.

I am thankful for you, taking the time to share this unique part of our life with us, if even just by reading.

Tan biet for now.

Our World Widens

     It is hard to believe that weeks have passed.  Yet we have done so much.  For starters, Charles returned from his trip to Phnom Penh with great stories about a Cambodian wedding and a soccer game between Cambodia and East Timor.  He got to have some great meals, and quiet, late mornings with coffee, the news, and a big, uninterrupted breakfast.  Sounds like he appreciated the "personal time".   Sorry no pictures.  He didn't think to take the camera out of his bag.

    I have no pictures of Hong Kong either, sorry.  The camera battery was in backwards and I thought that the battery was dead.  I will try to take more pictures of our lives because I know I will cherish having them later.  But I need no pictures to remember Hong Kong.  The sights, the feel, and the smell of it have left an indelible image on my brain.  What an amazing place!  

     It is a combination of the San Diego Zoo, Times Square, and Disney World.  It is modern and sleek, and efficient in ways I could not imagine for so many people in one place.  It is very green and you don't go long without seeing water from one of the bays.  There is pollution, and it sounds like it gets worse daily as China gets more industrialized. As a naive weekend visitor, I feel like it gave it a misty, ethereal quality adding to Hong Kong's mystique.

      Hong Kong is clean, so clean I felt I could eat off of most surfaces.  The whole island seems like a giant architectural puzzle, carefully built up.  At one point I was on an outside escalator heading up to catch a bus,  (Mmm Hmmm, get your head around that one.) and I looked over the side to a 80ft. plus drop!  Zoinks!  (There actually is an escalator that goes from the bottom to the top of the island, which I will do in its entirety on our next visit.)  It felt like you could spread your arms and touch the skyscrapers on both sides.

     I am convinced that you could buy almost anything that is made on the face of the earth in  about ten square blocks in Hong Kong. I have been places before on the earth that people described as a shoppers paradise, but this is the only one I have been to that lived up to its name.  All kinds of goods, all kinds of prices, absolutely anything you would need in life, and then some.  I know that Maeve and Sophie will appreciate my trip to Toys 'R Us on Christmas morning.

     I went to a terrific workshop on leadership skills at the Canadian International School in Hong Kong.  Physically, it is an amazing 14 story purpose built facility wedged  in the side of a hill overlooking Repulse Bay.  A jaw dropper of a place.  I particularly enjoyed meeting the people who work there, as well as the people from Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, and China.  The workshop afforded me a wider view of the international school world.  It was a nice feeling to be the rookie international teacher/department chair in the room.  It has challenged my interpersonal skills in new ways.  

     I went to the workshop with Rhonda Isley, my assistant principal, who was great fun to get to know better.  I learned new things about SSIS, too, which will help me negotiate my life there.  Rhonda has very close friends that live in Hong Kong, Bob and Susan, who were so great at showing us around and picking the perfect restaurant for dinner.  I know that my trip would not have been so diverse and fun without them.  

     My favorite story about Hong Kong involves Rhonda.  She left her passport and ticket in the airport and realized it as we were about to board a tremendously efficient internal train that would take us to our gates.  (By the way, we checked our bags at the train station downtown, and didn't have to touch them again until we got to Saigon.)  After going back for a look, and talking to guards nearby, she came back to begin making plans with me about having to stay and get a new passport and visa as she went with me to our boarding gate. "Don't give up yet."  I told her.   "Maybe your ticket and passport are waiting at our gate."  When we arrived to find no passport or ticket at the gate, I gave into the fact that Rhonda would not be returning to Saigon that day.  And lo and behold one of the guards ran up with Rhonda's ticket and passport with 5 minutes left for us to board.  After cheers and enthusiastic thank yous, Rhonda expressed that she could not believe it.  Rhonda has literally traveled around the world and she said that she could not imagine this happening in her life.  The man at the counter smiled at us and said "Welcome to Hong Kong!" in a Mr. Roarke sort of way.  "Have you been to Hong Kong before?" he asked us.  "No," I said, "but I will certainly be back."

     It was hard for me to filter how much of my enthusiasm for Hong Kong is because of how clearly different it is from Vietnam. Despite feeling like Times Square on New Years Eve, shopping in the main districts felt calm and quiet in comparison to the cacophony of Saigon. Goods were so plentiful and in convenient locations.  Saigon has many, many of the same goods, but they are all spread out among thousands of tiny stalls and shops.  It is hard to find the time to simply find things quite honestly. 

     Back on the home front, we were able to take the girls to the Dem San water park on a day that Vietnamese children in the whole country were in school.  It was great fun!  Water slides, a wave pool, and a "lazy river" which the girls decided was a circular lap pool in which you could swim very fast with the current.

     Back to routine, things are well.  Yesterday we celebrated Halloween!  Thanks to our friends the Perkins and their timely costume share, Maeve got to be , well, you can see for yourself...  

I went as Candi, the Krispy Kreme server.  Sophie refused to wear a costume.  We still got to trick or treat at faculty apartments and we went to an incredibly hectic Halloween Fair at school where we got to experience our favorite Vietnamese custom of people cutting in front of you in line all of the time.  Maeve and Sophie had fun despite.

     The week of vacation, Maeve, Sophie, and I all went to Well Being, a salon across the street from school, to get our shaggy hair tamed.  All three us us sat in chairs at the same time, and in the middle Sophie said "This is so fun!" (By the way, the total bill was about $8.00) It doesn't surprise me that  at home our favorite new game is salon.  Maeve has made the signs we need to know when the salon is available:

Charles realized why Maeve had asked him "How do you spell treats?" when he saw his addended shopping list:

     Maeve continues to enjoy dance class immensely.  We ordered a pink leotard, tights, and skirt today so she can have the same as her classmates.  Maybe she will blend in. (OK, maybe not...)

I hope you are well.  Drop us a line.

October Holy Cow I'm So Glad It's Break

     Bliss.  It is Saturday night, and I have the whole week off!  Nemo is the Saturday night movie on Disney Playhouse.  We just finished a dinner not nearly Charles Waugh quality, and it is officially time for the evening cocktail.  Charles, by the way, is most likely at a Cambodian Wedding with our friend Joel Conkle in Phnom Penh at this moment.  He left this morning to have a couple of days to explore and live an adult life.  He deserves it.  Joel lives and works in public health there, and is one of Charles' favorite people to argue with.  Has the makings for a great weekend for him.

     One of my favorite stories of the week was about Charles' trip to the Cambodian Consulate when he went to get a visa for his trip.  When he went to the pay window, they told him the cost of his visa, and everyone in the room laughed.  They explained that he could pay $10.00 less if he did not want to "expedite" his visa and wanted to come back later to pick it up.  

     We have felt this a lot lately - our "special price" because of the color of our skin.  Charles has taken  joy in playing hard nose in any flexible paying situation, walking away, paying for Xeom rides (motorbike) up front, and walking away from deals completely.  Quite honestly, our price is always at least twice that of the Vietnamese.

     I had my own trip to the American Embassy last week to get a document notarized.  To be sure, I idealized what I though a trip to an American Embassy abroad would be like.  You know, stately, refined people speaking in dignified whispers and cozy wing tip chairs in which to wait. Quite honestly if I had closed my eyes, I could have been at the DMV on Decker Avenue in Columbia, SC.  How do they do that?  How do they create that "Everybody's the same and everybody's stupid" DMV feeling half way around the world?  The guy who was pissed off and started threatening to give up his U.S. citizenship got to go before me even thought it wasn't his number.  How does that happen?

     I get to go to Hong Kong at the end of the week for a leadership conference.  Added an extra day for SHOPPING!  I am hoping to complete most of my Christmas shopping in one day.  Here, it is so hard to find things, and when you do, they are in 15 different stores.  The conference sounds like a good one too, incidentally.  :  )

     Maeve made my week when she said, out of the blue and while she was coloring,  "I used to be afraid of moving, but now I like it.  Know I know I can be happy moving anywhere. " It's amazing how kids let you know things that you want to know at just the right moment...

     Maeve's world of literacy is exploding.  She is beginning to read early texts, and her favorite thing to do in my classroom after school is create elaborate picture stories on the board.

Here is one of her most recent, involving a giant bird, a giant flower, and Sophie saving the day with her sword.

When she was done with it she said "Daddy, write And they live happily ever after... at the bottom.  He started, and she said "No Dad, in Chinese!" and proceeded to create a caption of what looked like Chinese characters.  "What does it say?"  Charles asked.  We didn't understand her answer.

   One cartoon on our one kids channel Playhouse Disney has made a particular impression on Sophie.  It is called Safety Patrol.  Charles hates it.  The kids stop the story line to say things like "Uh Oh, can you point out the safety violation here?" when a kid is walking up a playground slide the wrong way.  Then Charles says louder "Make sure you do what you want to!"  Anyway, the other night I was waiting in Sophie's bed for her to go to the bathroom before we read books.  Sophie came in, held up her finger and said "Uh oh.  Safety violation.  I forgot to wipe!"  (A divergent attitude from her sister who says "I always wipe.")

     We are proud owners of a safe.  I have to admit it makes you feel  like you have bucks, even when it holds only dollars that belong to my school to pay for my Hong Kong conference and our passports.  We have been advised again and again to have one.  With workmen and maintenance workers in and out, all who make probably $6000 US Dollars a year, some people in apartments have problems.  There is also the running out of Dong factor.  Most people go to the bank for their big black bag of Dong (See last week's post.) and stock their safes with a month's cash.

     Charles and Sophie made it to the Vietnamese History Museum to see the water puppets.  (Traditional Vietnamese puppet show in water.)  Can't help you visualize-haven't seen it yet.  Made a huge impression on Sophie.  Maeve and I are looking forward to going back with her this week.  Charles said they watched the show with an Irish tour group.  When he walked into the room, he laughed.  "Everyone looked like you." he said.  I think it struck him much in the way that I feel like I look like most of the women in the room when I go into a restaurant in Michigan in the summer.  And yet heightened.  We spend our days amidst tight, skinny, small Asian bodies.  Yes, we have lost a few pounds.  The girls are looking svelte and angular.  But by no means do we blend into the crowd.

     Last week was a tough one at school. With parent conferences and other extras, it was stressful.  This week ushered in the bottom of the pile!  I am hopeful that it is the beginning of a new comfort.  I can feel my real teaching "chops" coming back.  It is a good feeling. The lower school unanimously and emphatically said they would like to have books instead of basal readers this week.  The curriculum director asked my opinion about the matter just once, and after a passionate half hour soliloquy , I am not sure she is happy she did.  Even though it wasn't mine, the decision felt like a victory.

     One of the things I am beginning to accept, is that nothing is the same in Vietnam.  And I don't mean that it is not the same as the States.  It is not the same here.  If you find a good product at the store, you may not be able to get it again, even in the same afternoon.  If you know a restaurant or shop, it will move or close.  If you figure out how to do something, procedures change.  I have already mentioned the continuous construction everywhere.  It changes the physical landscape in ways that make you wonder if you have gone the right way... Charles said the theory goes that as a culture, the Vietnamese don't place an importance on consistency and live in the moment in ways we may not understand, mainly because of their continuous experience with war.  This country has lived in a state of uncertainty for as long as they can remember. They can't count on what is going to happen tomorrow.

     I had a couple of wonderful finds at our corner grocery store this week.  The first is a Vietnamese alphabet puzzle:

I was aware of all of the multiple sounds from the same letters because Vietnamese is a tonal language.  I was not aware of the missing letters like f, j, x, and y.  I wonder why the Vietnamese alphabet does not have these letters?

     These last find are the pieces des resistances...   I don't know what questions to ask. (?!?)

  

         More photos next time.  Hey - drop us an email sometime.  We miss hearing from people.  And when we miss events like the wedding of wonderful people like Alan and Joni, I get a little misty.  Enjoy your celebration you guys.  I know it will be one of the best parties on earth. We love you and will be there in our dreams....

Indian Food

    My first middle of the night writing in a long while.  It feels like a long time ago that we were all up in the middle of the night adjusting to a new time schedule. No doubt tonight's sleeplessness is due to the delicious Indian food,delivered right to our door, that has given me a raging case of heartburn.

     Last Tuesday was parent teacher conferences at school.  Maeve's, by the way, was stellar.  She has come so far and become so strong as a student.  She is happy, happy, happy.  And walks around like she owns the place.  

     So it meant that Maeve had the day off.  Charles thought it would be a great day to go to a place we had heard of called Questzone, an indoor playground for kids.  According to the Nordic Chamber of Commerce website Charles was going there.  A half hour taxi ride later, no luck.  Charles realized he could get all pissed off about it, or make the best of it.  Then he saw the Military Zone 7  South-Eastern Area Armed Forces Museum!  Wow I feel like I missed out having to work all day.  Here's an excerpt about the museum from the glossy brochure: With 609 exhibits, 242 pictures and 60 extra-scientific documents (statues, embossments, sand tables, maps....and so on), the central room is general pictures talking about the armed force of the South Eastern Area during 30 years of resistance(1945-1975).  Here, there are exhibits, pictures helping visitors to understand parts of simple lives but rich human-culture of the South Eastern fighters and understand popular events during the building and developing process of the South Eastern Armed Forces and learn more magnanimous battles contributing to make history crossroads for the two revolution wars.

Here is  a picture of Maeve and Sophie with Ho:

And a Vietnamese tank:

     

     After the museum, they went to a nearby park, which Charles realized was certainly more about the couples on every bench than children. 

 They played anyway...

     There are many moments that I am happy to be with my blue eyed daughters in this country. People smile and stare at them and we can often get away with whatever we want.  Sometimes, people want to hug and kiss them and squeeze their cheeks in ways that make me uncomfortable.  They deal extremely well with it.       One afternoon at school, a woman gave Maeve a running hug and picked her up and swung her around, showering her with kisses.  "I guess you know my daughter." Charles said.  We got the gist that she was the assistant in the early childhood room next to Maeve's.  "Maeve," Charles asked her as we walked away,"who was that?"   

     "I think it was one of Mommy's students."

     Charles has threatened to charge for pictures with Sophie when they are out and about.  Hey - we have to pay that South Carolina mortgage somehow, right?

     I went to the bank last week to wire money to South Carolina.  Going to the bank here is always fun.  The system is so antiquated in ways.  Despite the fact that they do use computers for everything, every transaction also has 15 duplicate forms to accompany it.  You have to fill out the paperwork for a withdrawl, and then go and sit down to wait for them to get ready to give it to you.  Then, you can put your money in the money counter to make sure you got it all.  It is amazing to me how much Dong people walk away with.  Many fill a thoughtfully provided black plastic bag with the stuff and walk out of the door!  Maeve was with me one day as a woman completely filled a grocery size plastic bag with Dong.  She looked at me with saucer eyes like "Can you believe it?"  

     It always puzzles me in a place where I am always being warned about watching my purse and Katy, a student teacher at the school, had her bag stolen out of the front of her bike basket just the other day on the main stretch of road between school and our house.  Watch your purse, but carry around the same black bag that everyone knows what is in it full of Dong?????

     Maeve and I had a wonderful Saturday morning at dance class!  We watched the end of the 3 and 4 year olds class before hers.  Can you say Asian adorable in tutus?  I started thinking about who will hopefully soon be a new niece from China and how cute she may look in a pink tutu.  The class was terrific.  An hour long (!) with a quick snack break and a wonderful balance of "Keep your legs straight." and joyful dance, which we know is Maeve's specialty.  The class was small, and Maeve was only about twice as big as all of the others in the class.  It will be a wonderful addition to our weekly routine.

     As things get more and more comfortable, they sometimes get annoying. I caught myself speaking in bad Asian English the other day.  I think I have entered the under water part that you hear about in dealing with culture shock.  (Where you begin to deal with things under the surface and not just as a tourist.) A great guy who has a seventh grader at school and is from the States talks about how he was homesick and had a hard time for about six months, and then it was OK.  It would be silly to say out loud that this is not the States.  With a great new printer at home, work has become a step easier, which helps. But there are times when the little details of living take up much more time than I want them to.

    When Sophie can't read something, even if it is in English, she says "Awww, it's Vietnamese!"  (which sounds more like Vinamese when she says it with her animated little edge.)  Someday, I trust, Vietnamese will not be synonymous with something we cannot understand... 

          

Hope you be keeping well.  Keep in touch.