The Odyssey Continues
There are many things that I will never forget about this trip. I miss my English students and the English teachers at ASEM Vietnam. The luxury of napping almost every day. The laid back and leisurely life of the Vietnamese people. My family members and the amazingly delicious meals I shared with them. Hanging out with my aunt and her daughter, Duyen, and Duyen’s daughter, Nguyen. Getting to know Kieu. The succulent exotic fruit. The time I was able to spend with my sister and her fiancé. Going to the beach (Vung Tao) with Trang, her family, and Satoshi. Getting an ao dai made. Visiting Phuc Quoc Island for only two hours. The long drive to Rach Gia in the huge family van with Mr. and Mrs. Luu pushing mine and Shauna’s sleepy heads back into position every time it wobbled to the side. New Year’s Day with Shauna and Randy’s neighbors. Fun times. Funny times. Everything.
I remember being at ASEM Vietnam Campus 2 doing some work then skyping with my mom. She met Mr. Tinh (AKA Mr. James) and Mr. Quy. Mr. Tinh especially made apparent his Vietnamese pride as he expressed to my mom how “It has been a pleasure having your daughter teach here. Your daughter is so nice because you are so nice but especially because you both are Vietnamese.”
Mr. Tinh showed me the importance of being proud of who you are and where you come from. But you can only really achieve this after you understand where you come from and who you are. At Mr. Quy’s brother’s wedding reception, Mr. Tinh gave me a pin of the emblem of Vinh University where he works when not at ASEM—this year was Vinh University’s 15th anniversary. He wished I could stay for at least three months so I could really learn the language and be more immersed in the culture. Two weeks in Vinh was too short.
A total of five weeks in Vietnam is too short. I’m a bit jealous of Shauna’s ability to understand a speak some Vietnamese. I wish I had the time to study before I came so I would be able to better communicate. The students at ASEM helped me with my Vietnamese a little bit, but it wasn’t enough. Mr. Tinh is right—I should stay for at least three months! And if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get to spend a year or more like Shauna and Randy plan to do. It would be about 4 or 5 months that Shauna and Randy had been in Vietnam when I visited, and I was so impressed with Shauna’s speaking skills! Randy’s Vietnamese was okay—he could make it through a few sentences but forgot some vocabulary every now and then and resorted to Shauna as his dictionary. [We established that “Shauna” is Randy’s most used word.]
However, I made it through with body language, pointing, nods, and the little Vietnamese that I knew when Shauna or our cousin Loan were not around. My aunt was so pleased with me too when I comprehended what she was saying. Although I was not able to learn enough of the language, I still learned quite a bit about my family, our history, our heritage and culture, and thus, about myself. I have returned to America with a little more Asian attributes than what I began with and can say that I am a more balanced Vietnamese-American woman who will stay in touch with my newly found Vietnamese family and hopes to return to the motherland soon and share what I have learned with the family I have in the states and also with the family I will have of my own one day.