Les Go Christmas

Well well. It’s that time of year again, or so they say. This is the second year in a row where I’ve spent Christmas away from the fam and it hasn’t gotten easier. I feel this one has been particularly painful because of changes that are on the crisp horizon of 2020. But here we are… So, Les Go Christmas.

Christmas morning

I don’t let dogs in the bed. I think dogs in the bed is some dirty shit. But it is Christmas so I allowed fatty fat Bun to hop into the bed and man she loved it. I mean, look at that face.

Christmas in Hanoi is just like any other day. Today though, Hanoi felt really magical. The weather could not have been better after a few shit days of cold rain and people actually did seem more friendly. As we were driving we stopped along the street to have street food and I really thought it was magical. Sometimes Hanoi captures your little heart and you realize that there is no where on this globe like this city.

I prob could have sat there all day on the little plastic stool and watched as the characters of HN breezed past but we promptly got swept off the street by police. Who know that eating street food in HN was technically illegal? Because literally everyone in HN didn’t get that memo.

After a delicious brunch at Meli Coffee and Brunch we explored through some of the coolest alleys I’ve been through in Hanoi. It’ amazing that families actually live within labyrinth dwellings that have so many sounds and smells. I could have walked through these alleys for days.

There’re little pockets in Hanoi that are truly astounding. It is really hard to describe because I could never type the sounds, smells, or sights in one sentence or even paragraph. Yea, the people aren’t super friendly when you walk down the streets or in the alleys but maybe that’s part of the appeal. It’s as though I’m a fly on the wall (though I know they see my white ass) as people go about their normal day. The alley families have probably lived there for multiple generations and something about the whole positioning of the houses is comforting. Claustrophobic, but comforting.