In Aspen I tried skiing and landed on my neck. Then I tried snowboarding and ran over some children.
In Frankfurt I ate very good Indian, Italian, Japanese, and French food.
I don't think they even have German food there.
In Florence I got blessed by an archbishop on Easter Sunday.
In Menton I was speaking pretty good French for the like two days then forgot it all again.
In Florida I volunteer at the Princess and Pirates Dance Party at Give Kids the World,
a resort for children with life threatening illnesses and their families.
In Vietnam I saw this really pretty monk. "Will you quit flirting with the holy man?" I heard my then-boyfriend say as I casually thumbed through the phrasebook trying to find the word for "handsome." I pointed to the word, đẹp, and to the hot monk's face. I did it a few more times just to be clear: đẹp, face. đẹp, hot monk face. He laughed and shooed me away. Hot monks probably get that all the time.