Our last night was spent at a friend's house. Sister Niem from our ward wanted to make us a farewell dinner. There were a few people that were invited.
Dinner was delicious as always, but I was feeling a lot of mixed emotions. I was sad to leave.
Everyone was going gaga over Jayce. He's was eating up all the attention.
As we drove home, I was sighing internally. Who knows if I'll ever see Vietnam again? I will miss this place. I will remember with fondness the millions of motorbikes, the humidity, the ever flowering plumeria trees, all the palm trees, the numerous shops selling random things, the millions of quirky things and of course the amazing people we were privileged to meet.