

I woke up today to the sound of rain - the rainy season starts early in Vietnam, and by 6 a.m. tropical downpours are already sounding π§οΈβ¨. As I'm getting ready, I notice the drops tapping on the window and realize: it's at times like this that you feel the rhythm of local life.
I love walking along the narrow local streets, where the smell of freshly roasted coffee mixes with the aroma of lemongrass and fried bananas βπΏπ₯. Did you know that in Vietnam they often have breakfast at dawn right on the sidewalk - with a plate of hot pho and fresh basil? ππ