In New York only 24 hours. Too short to be able to feel everything in this cosmopolitan city. But it’s better to have an excuse to remember, remember it and have a reason to come back.
After the trip to SLNS, the mother and daughter huddled in the cold snow to eat. The rain has stopped (rain and not snow only) but the cold wind still blows on the face. My relatives came to a Vietnamese restaurant named Thai Son. I am always interested in Vietnamese restaurants in foreign countries. In addition to the local food, Vietnamese food on the land is also an interesting experience.
Thai Son Restaurant is simply decorated and looks popular but not luxurious. The simplest and most popular dishes such as chili soup beans are also available on the menu. Saigon Beer is also at the restaurant. The cozy family atmosphere plus Vietnamese dishes made me feel far and near, as if I were in Vietnam. My family calls pho, beef vermicelli, tofu soup cooked chives, fried vegetables. I am satisfied with the delicious beef stock.
After eating, the whole family returned to their acquaintances to get their belongings to prepare for the bus stop. Compared to the early morning, the sky is now a little better but still dim. Looks even more murky than the blindest days of Hanoi winter. Say goodbye to New York, goodbye to the snow-covered parks of the winter season. Goodbye the bridges. Goodbye to the skyscrapers. Goodbye to the subway station that I could only catch a glimpse of, not yet. I could meet the “younger sister” since I started studying in Webster Thailand after 5 years. Although the two of us only met for a while, we were happy that the way halfway around the world still met friends.
Finally the bus has arrived. Still the scene waiting for the bus outside the sidewalk. The cold wind kept hitting the face. I remember that day was 30 Lunar New Year. The 4-hour car ride to Washington DC. It was dark then. He drove Japanese cars, not forgetting the New Year for the Asians in the car. “Happy new year, please,” I said. “Oh, where are you from?”, He asked. “I am from Vietnam,” I replied.
The whole family came home, promptly presented furniture to worship. I called Vietnam to wish my grandparents and father a Happy New Year.
DC cold to -7 degrees. I hate early flights and always like that. Two weeks passed quickly but it was long enough for me to miss this place.
The flight from DC to Narita is a long and exhausting journey. I spend a lot of time sleeping and reading “Norwegian Forest”. See yourself with many similarities to Toru Watanabe. Why is it like? Only I know. In this flight, the plane does not cross the Pacific as it did and flew to Alaska, North Pole and down to Russia.
It was enough in the sky so that I could see the white snow covering the mountains and the ice into large patches in the North Sea. Naturally, I thought that I would go wandering alone in the white snow. Just alone, not getting caught up by anything around. I don’t know if I ever had such a weird hobby ever since. Just sitting alone or walking alone. Back in Bangkok. I can wander on the train watching the street. The same in DC, take the trains and take a walk to the jobs that bring an indescribable emotion.
The flight lasted 7 hours and finally landed. Feeling happy about returning home. Clean up, go online and lie down to sleep like death. The next few days will have to get used to the new time zone.