I love it there. When I go (going again in September)the Old Fart boards the airplane at this end and Honored Grandfather gets off the plane in Sài Gòn. If I find myself alone here and cannot work, my vicarious family all tells me to come to Việt Nam. They will treat me as if I am the natural Grandfather. My protégé says she and her husband are prosperous enough now that they will send me the tickets if I reach the point that I cannot afford them. They will add a room to their house for me. This is the lass who I took on to keep her in school when she was a 14 year old sharecropper's(rough analogy) daughter whose family of 6 was living on about $800 a year.
You know what is good cheap breakfast?
Fry eggs in a splash of soy, dunk toasted baguette.
Such wonderful comments. The elderly were respected in this country also for generations. But that has changed in the last 50 years or so. Really a sad thing. Now they just want to throw the old folks in a nursing home.
I can see myself going to a place like that and never coming back.