My little feeties on the ground in Saigon, Vietnam, where I changed planes for Malaysia. Polka dot rocks? Yes, please.
On Momday, June 2, after exactly two enjoyable weeks in Danang, Vietnam, I tossed most of my belongings into a suitcase, left a hunk of coral and a handful of tropical shells in my third-born's care, and boarded a plane for Kuala Lumpur.
I mean, as long as I'm in the Southeast Asian neighborhood of my Malaysians, it would be rude not to drop by, right?
As I write this, I'm already almost two weeks into my four-week visit here in Malaysia. Yep, I'm having a hard time keeping up with everything that is going on.
But so it goes here on the other side of the planet. Life is a fire hose of adventures, adjustments, and acclimations, and I am busy trying to drink my fill.