Okay, I’ve eaten and am completely sober. Although I still admit to enjoying the cheesy Karaoke act that’s happening on the terrace above me. I’ve moved to the big chaise lounges on the beach. I’m just a few feet from the ocean and have better Wifi than at home. Gotta love Australia. In many ways the most third world country I’ve ever visited.
Today truly does go down in history as one of the most perfect days. Diane...do you remember our perfect day in Napa all those years ago with the best Tomato soup we’ve ever had at the Moet winery? And that hot fudge sundae at the Italian restaurant after “Waiting to Exhale.” Was that the last time we saw each other???? Hard to believe!
I’m blessed to have had many perfect days and nights. The day with Diane, The night at the Palace with Irish Andrew, San Juan with Bones, the Native American sweat lodge with Tom the day were were supposed to get married, Lapham Peak with Mark, getting rained on and listening to the soundtrack of “Saturday Night Fever.” And many more that don’t spring to mind right now. Most were spent with other people. A few alone. This is one of those that was spent alone but is no less special.
Not only the hotel and China Beach.
I was picked up at 9AM by my driver and guide today. We drove 4 hours south through the mountains (spectacular scenery) to the ancient temples of My Son. I didn’t know why but I was just drawn there. I saw it in the guide book and knew I had to go. I’m sure I’ve seen the pictures before. 90% of the ruins were destroyed by the Americans during the war. Otherwise they would be even more incredible than Ankor Wat. But they didn’t mean anything to me relating to the war.
When I got there I understood. They were built by the Cham Pa people in around 700 AD. The Cham people came from India and these are ancient Hindu temples. Much more beautiful than anything I saw in India. But that probably has to do with the setting. It’s set in a valley with high mountains surrounding it. Lush, green, jungle. And birds! Very few birds in Vietnam. They are either killed for food or were killed to help prevent bird flew from spreading. But they are here in this protected area. I could feel the peace and serentity. I love my guide, but would have been grateful to be alone to meditate. I wish it was the early morning and it was just me with my yoga mat. I’m hoping the pics turned out as well as I think they did.
And with that I’m off to bed. It’s close to 10. I’m going to look at today’s pics and fall into a blissful sleep. Tomorrow I will post these myriad of entries that have been building up.
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