It’s not like this was our first rainy day in Vietnam, but it was certainly the rainy-est. We’d hoped to have one day to zen out on the beach—a beautiful, exotic beach—like we haven’t done since we moved to Asia. But it rained pretty much every day we were in Vietnam; Cambodia was our only sunshine. At least it didn’t only rain on the day we had for the beach; it had been rainy for days and rain extended as far as the foreseeable forecast.
We rode bikes to the beach anyway. A misty wind whipped off the ocean, snapping my hair around my face and my skirt around my knees. I found some nice seashells (my favorite!), then we walked along the wave-tossed shore before escaping into a seaside cafe for lunch with a nice view of the grinding surf and stormy sky. I had beef sauteed in lemongrass and chili with Vietnamese 333 beer; Chris had fried rice with a banana smoothie.





