Missing You

It is a once in a lifetime journey. For the first trip away from home, it is really far. Anyways, so a weak went by. I get terrible nauseas on any kind of transports. It was horrible on the plane. Our feet got so swollen just like our Oing-Oing pork friend. I also got nauseas in the car while going to Ha Long Bay.

It was very pretty though. The food on the boat was great. The hotel was very mundane, but everything got it price. Although rainy, the temperature was better than during the week, which was terribly hot. Through this trip and temperature, you get to understand how the little needs are important : eating, showering, sleeping, washing clothes, etc.

But, to be mostly the only one who translates the language is exhausting. We are working with people who knows only the basic of French so in the end, it is hard to explain nursing stuff to them. Nevertheless, it is nobodys fault. The patients are all very pitiful. I have never seen so much tears from my friends until now. And I was the first one who cried because I missed my mom.

I miss my mom when I am sick.... I guess, I am not really use to be taking care of so many people at the same time, including myself. They are very nice though. Without them, I would not be having this trip to Vietnam. I really miss home...especially when I eat Pho every morning at 8am as breakfast. I miss my friends from Montreal.