Everyday end

I woke up to a flooded email this morning.

Hundreds and hundreds of concerend fans asking why I missed the last few days of the 'blog everyday in may' challenge.

Firstly, guys thanks for the concern, nothing terrible has happened, I'm still here.

Secondaly, I'm sorry that you missing out on my inspiring daily blog posts have messed up your past few days.

Thirdly, sorry for making all that up.

I'm not a fan of giving up. Who is right? However, the more I tried to follow the blog everyday in May challenge the more I started to realise that I'm just not that kind of blog.

I enjoyed trying on a few topics, I enjoyed the challenge of coming up with something new everyday. I also enjoy, and still will, following along other blogs that are keeping on with the challenge to the very end.

But things just started to feel less organic, less Lanlettie, as the posts went on. The moment I decided that I need to walk away from the challenge was the moment I felt peacefully excited about Lanlettie again, so I'm just going to go with that.

I hope you enjoyed the days that I did do, and I hope you'll keep stopping by as I figure out what it is I want this space to be.  Talking about my most embarrasing moments and my lot in life is not it, I think.

Enjoy these pictures as I continue contimplating qaulity and authentic material for upcoming posts.

From a tucked away Hanoi file, I recently rediscovered and feel like sharing with you for no apparent reason.

vietnam

vietnam:
 here i came for a 6 months adventure. here i stayed for almost 2 years, met my favourite person in the world and discovered a teacher in me, and i liked what i discovered.

Back in Nam

time is funny. i left Hanoi, Vietnam a year ago after living there for 20months. and now even a year later it feels like my time in Hanoi was over in the blink of an eye. other moments i feel like a whole lifetime was lived, only now visible in my albums, souvenirs (one being a future husband) and trip-down-memory-lane conversations that usually end up in 'you don't know man, you weren't there, you don't know!', which inevitably ends the polite small talk the cashier was making...
in honour of my one year departure i've decided to share some of the first few photo's i took in around the alley i first lived.  

a sight i got very used to. motorbikes, small alleys and handy man telephone numbers painted everywhere

three brides in the park.

this remains one of my favourite photos taken in the Nam.

the birdcage boys

art

20 months and i never took a cyclo trip. back then it was because i was an expat snob, now i just think i regret that more than not bringing home that conical hat