Tôi Yêu Em, Viêt Nam
“Better a small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred.” -Proverbs 15:17 It's weird to think that, just a week ago, I was sitting in Hanoi listening to the hum of motorbike engines and the chatter of street vendors. Right now I'm in a house hidden in a maze of alleyways in the medina of Rabat, literally half a world away. And boy, does it feel like it. Before I start describing that, however, I have more to write about Vietnam. The second half of our stay in Vietnam was in Hanoi, the capital and second-largest city (after Saigon). The differences between the north and the south, or at least Hanoi and Can Tho, our previous home, are immediately apparent. Can Tho gave me the feeling of constant growth and development, like it was a city that had just sprung up out of nowhere. In Hanoi, one can tell immediately that it's an immensely old city, with centuries upon centuries of history. Hanoi was made the capital of the Vietnamese Empire in 1...