It's just after 5pm on Friday evening. After a long week of work the weekend has finally arrived. It doesn't matter what country or city you live in, Friday evenings are always the best - the entire weekend stretches out before you.
As I sit on the balcony overlooking the street I am transfixed by the movie being filmed across the road. We have no idea what is happening, Bella said she feels we ought to go and ask for an autograph because maybe they are famous; but in all reality there is always lots of filming being done around the streets of Phu My Hung so it probably isn't anything exciting.
As I look around there are so many Vietnamese sights, sounds and smells that over the last three months have become normal - the constant beeping of bikes and cars, which though we live in a quiet neighbbourhood, still occur each time they pass on intersection; the little red plastic stools the the film crew are sitting on, I haven't yet worked out why little plastic stools abound - but they do in every outdoor cafe, street stall, indeed anywhere where locals gather and the smell of rain as it falls on earth that is certainly no starved of water with its own distinct smell.
But still it is Friday night, just like every other Friday night - Mikaela is working with her Math Tutor, Isabella is doing homework so she can go out tomorrow with her friend and then onto basketball try outs and Josh is staying well clear of me so I don't nag him to do his homework. And me, I am having a quiet coffee, watching the filming and waiting for my friends to arrive so we can all go out and celebrate Friday.
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