I leave next Tuesday for a week in
Italy, of course. Only one week, I've cancelled the vacation week after the conference week for a couple of reasons -- mainly because of my unstable health right now. Had to fight with Larry to even go to the conference; he doesn't want me to stress myself but I'm in good enough shape to go to the conference.
BUT! Marc and I are going to Viet Nam for a couple of weeks and are making all the plans now. We'll be gone the last week in October and the first week in November, to include my birthday. Current plans are that we'll fly into Hanoi (we think) and put together a series of trips the length of the country, ending in Ho Chi Minh City. Or maybe we'll do it in reverse, starting in the south and traveling north. Don't know yet. Maybe we'll fly into Taipei, or Bangkok, and then do a smaller flight into Viet Nam. Since Marc is a master travel planner, he's putting together all the details.
I hope we can take a little side trip into Cambodia to see Angkor Wat, which I've wanted to see since I was a tiny girl:
Angkor Wat being consumed by the jungle, a nonstop battle
Angkor Wat, the big picture
Anyway. It's hard to believe that the people of Viet Nam can be welcoming to Americans, after we went in there and slaughtered them. For no reason. That part of the trip will be hard...
And in the continuing search for a therapist, today's adventure was a bomb. I told him a tip of my iceberg and he sat there with his mouth open, his hand over his mouth, and a stunned look in his eyes. He wanted everything to turn out nice -- he said "and then it all got better, right?" He didn't yet know more than the tip. Ah well.