One Week Until The Pryors Leave For Vietnam
Dedicated Coverage Begins Now! I vaguely remember this feeling. It’s warm and chilling simultaneously. You don’t know whether you’re scared of being nervous, or nervous about being scared. It’s a long journey, and even though I’ve made it once before, I’m not actually feeling these emotions for myself as much as I am for my family. I might be move nervous than they are about it. They’ve never met Hang’s family before, and even though they don’t have the fortune of being able to meet her uncle and grandfather (sadly, they’ve passed away), I think they’ll find wonderful family in a previously unexpected place. I think they’ll also find “family” having an entirely new meaning as well. Last time I traveled to Vietnam, it was the first time I had ever flown in an airplane. Since the initial trip, I’ve been on a plane well over a dozen times. To compare my thoughts this time in comparison to last time, let’s take a look at what I said before:
I have no idea what to expect, since literally everything that happens will be new to me, including the airport security, and flying in general. Most people would be a bit surprised to read that I’ve never flown before. Never even been inside an airplane even. No helicopters or hot air balloons. I’ve never shot myself out of a cannon, or tied 1,300 balloons to my house and floated to South America. The closest I’ve been to flying, is jumping really high on a trampoline.This paragraph of emotion probably applies to every person in my family coming with me, at least to an extent. My parents, brothers, and my grandmother all have no idea what to expect. They have their preconceived expectations, which I already told them weren’t totally accurate, and they have their excitement and bewilderment. I imagine it’s a similar feeling to what a small child gets when they’re about to get on a roller coaster for the first time. They know other people did it, and had a good time… but it’s still uncertain. The journey remains unexperienced themselves, untouched. It’s a mystery to the child until their parents finally get them on. They don’t go alone, but they feel more comfortable as long as a parent is there. On this trip, I get to play the role of the parent in that scenario… having been the only person (aside from Hang, of course) that has experienced the country before, and can answer (some) questions they have as we fly, walk around, buy things, and try not to get killed by scooters. I predict that some of my favorite moments will be their reactions to the traffic, and the food. The traffic, will be feelings of confusion, amazement, and then more confusion. The food: I believe, they’ll find it wonderful, although not everything perhaps. We’ll stay away from street food, since it’ll almost certainly give us stomach aches. We’ll likely visit the rubber tree farm that Hang’s father owns. You just don’t see that kind of thing in America. We’ll also have some fun on the beaches. Vietnam has some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, and the one we’re gonna be checking out is ranked as one of the best beaches by the Travel Channel, Da Nang. Should be awesome to get away from winter and soak up some hot sun in the middle of December. Be jealous… be very jealous. Flight leaves 3:30pm on Friday the 13th. Oh goodie! 🙂
Have a wonderful and safe trip!!! Congratulations on your Vietnam wedding! I know that you and the rest of the family will be well taken care of. Don't let Grandma get run over by a scooter!!! Blessings and prayers! Love you all! Aunt Donna