A view of the plaza where we can ride beside the river.
The crew is in front of me. Elizabeth, Tony (on the left), Jillian, Faith and Joy on the right. Where's Anna Mei? Leading the way, of course!
Sword fighting on the plaza!
A fishing boat on the Han River.“Mom, guess what Dad is doing now?”
It wasn’t hard to figure out. It was New Year’s Day. We had taken the girls on a bike ride to the Han River bridge. Relaxing on the plaza, the girls had made fast friends with a group of five Vietnamese kids. They were ragged and thin. In and out of the river they waded, catching fish with their hands, splashing, playing. Two of the boys had plastic swords. Faith had had the forethought to put her collapsible sword in the basket of her bike, so she was ready for fencing. It’s amazing how much communication goes on without language!
They kids played up a sweat. Nearby a street vendor sold cold sugar cane juice. I was reading on bench by the river when Elizabeth popped the question. “Mom, guess what Dad’s doing now?” I didn’t even look up. “He’s buying sugar cane juice for everyone,” I said. “Yep,” she said, “That’s nice, isn’t it?” I nodded, smiling.
It was a great bike ride. A beautiful day. Lots of fun and laughter. And sharing.
Grace and peace!
It wasn’t hard to figure out. It was New Year’s Day. We had taken the girls on a bike ride to the Han River bridge. Relaxing on the plaza, the girls had made fast friends with a group of five Vietnamese kids. They were ragged and thin. In and out of the river they waded, catching fish with their hands, splashing, playing. Two of the boys had plastic swords. Faith had had the forethought to put her collapsible sword in the basket of her bike, so she was ready for fencing. It’s amazing how much communication goes on without language!
They kids played up a sweat. Nearby a street vendor sold cold sugar cane juice. I was reading on bench by the river when Elizabeth popped the question. “Mom, guess what Dad’s doing now?” I didn’t even look up. “He’s buying sugar cane juice for everyone,” I said. “Yep,” she said, “That’s nice, isn’t it?” I nodded, smiling.
It was a great bike ride. A beautiful day. Lots of fun and laughter. And sharing.
Grace and peace!
