It's 930 on a Friday, I am sitting here contemplating how much life has changed in the last 8 months. Here I sit at the dining room table in blissful silence, yes blissful after an evening of noise. But first, back to sitting at the table, Matthew is away (OK some things never change) but as I sit here waiting for the noise to return I can't help but think - wow. The noise has just returned, no 
more blissful silence for me - my loungeroom has the remains of the basketball team end of season party - mind you the season doesn't end until tomorrow - but that's Viet Nam for you. I look around and see a sea of Asian faces yet culturally they are diverse, Adriana who is German Vietnamese who speaks German, Vietnamese, Japanese, Mandarin and English ,Cathy who is truly Vietnamese who speaks English and Vietnamese, Zoe who is Hong Kong Chinese Vietnamese speaking Vietnamese and Cantonese, Mandy who is Vietnamese but speaks Vietnamese, Cantonese, Mandarin, English, German and a spattering of French and Bella and kaela (and Josh of course) who speak only English - and that's what was left over.
At one point there were 13 girls here all of which are lovely - but noisy. After watchi
ng the boys first game of the knock out championships the girls came here with there coach for pizza and pasta. Phuong made enough pasta to feed the entire basketball teams of all the 6 schools so my kids are going to be eating pasta for the rest of the week - not to mention the 9 pizza's that the coach bought - 3 of which are now in the freezer - the salad though was completely gone.
They all danced, my girls even introducing the nutbush to Viet Nam (Jeff you would be proud) they sang and yelled (why do the Vietnamese feel the need to yell?) by 9 most had gone. The remainder decided to walk down the road to Gloria Jeans for a drink.
To be honest at home I would never allow the children to wander the streets at night but here it is such a common thing - the world comes alive after dark (Vietnamese do not like being exposed to the sun at all) - there are so many more people around.
So off they all set using all our rollerblades and rip sticks with me saying please don't break a body part (imagine ringing a Vietnamese family saying your daughter has a broken arm?? or having to ring the coach saying so and so broke an leg).
It is 1130 everyone has gone and blissful silence has returned. Tomorrow begins a new day.
more blissful silence for me - my loungeroom has the remains of the basketball team end of season party - mind you the season doesn't end until tomorrow - but that's Viet Nam for you. I look around and see a sea of Asian faces yet culturally they are diverse, Adriana who is German Vietnamese who speaks German, Vietnamese, Japanese, Mandarin and English ,Cathy who is truly Vietnamese who speaks English and Vietnamese, Zoe who is Hong Kong Chinese Vietnamese speaking Vietnamese and Cantonese, Mandy who is Vietnamese but speaks Vietnamese, Cantonese, Mandarin, English, German and a spattering of French and Bella and kaela (and Josh of course) who speak only English - and that's what was left over.At one point there were 13 girls here all of which are lovely - but noisy. After watchi
ng the boys first game of the knock out championships the girls came here with there coach for pizza and pasta. Phuong made enough pasta to feed the entire basketball teams of all the 6 schools so my kids are going to be eating pasta for the rest of the week - not to mention the 9 pizza's that the coach bought - 3 of which are now in the freezer - the salad though was completely gone.They all danced, my girls even introducing the nutbush to Viet Nam (Jeff you would be proud) they sang and yelled (why do the Vietnamese feel the need to yell?) by 9 most had gone. The remainder decided to walk down the road to Gloria Jeans for a drink.
To be honest at home I would never allow the children to wander the streets at night but here it is such a common thing - the world comes alive after dark (Vietnamese do not like being exposed to the sun at all) - there are so many more people around.
So off they all set using all our rollerblades and rip sticks with me saying please don't break a body part (imagine ringing a Vietnamese family saying your daughter has a broken arm?? or having to ring the coach saying so and so broke an leg).
It is 1130 everyone has gone and blissful silence has returned. Tomorrow begins a new day.
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