Originally submitted by Tam Vu, a foodie who knows the best places to eat the best Vietnamese food in San Jose and surrounding cities.
After many years blogging about my traveling, I realized I rarely if not at all wrote about Vietnam. I guess, I consider traveling as visiting/knowing some place/thing new and different. While I crave and rant about the most mundane things happening the other cultures, I don’t find it’s worth to talk about what going on where I am. You may feel the same.
I was living in Astoria, Oregon for the summer. Before returning to California, my friend and I planned a mini road trip and a visit to Yellowstone, America’s and the world’s first national park. Ever year millions of tourists flock to the park to see the hot springs, wildlife, mud pots, and geysers.
At first, I was worried that my car didn’t have snow tires or chain, and we had to drive through some snow areas. Fortunately, there were only a few snowy areas, and we managed to drive through without an incident. We drove on freeway I90, and there was nothing impressive along the route. Thank god I had Duat as a travel companion. Duat is one heck of a smart kid. When he was studying in Vietnam, he racked up a lot of medals in Computer Science and Math.
My name is Cindy, also rhymes with travel junkie. A friend said I was probably a gipsy in my previous life. One of my many secret missions in life is to convert you to run off every once in awhile.
