Tiny Notes From Hanoi: It’s Kinda Different With a Kid

Welcome to this exciting new series of (hopefully) near daily updates on our very recent move to Hanoi (like, last Friday)!

Between living in a compact little hotel room in an area without walkable sidewalks (but with a fine cacophany of scooters roaring at all hours) and having Thwack full time and having two separate but time consuming paid writing gigs going on, I have been kind of at a loss for proper blogging.

You know, my usual 1000+ word epic posts.  My brain just can’t cope with those right now.

Somewhat in the grand tradition of my surprisingly successful 100 Happy Days, here is a photo synopsis of a very small moment in time that feels like it sums a few things up.

Thwack snoring away in my arms, scooter traffic roaring past in the narrow street at night as we have a few lovely cold bia hoi (fresh beers, 10,000 dong a glass- or 50 cents) on stools out on the sidewalk the evening after we arrived. I think I may have been the first person to ever nurse a baby in that particular establishment (hence the out cold Thwack giving us an hour’s peace). Hell, I think I was the only woman there.

Nice beer. Nice snoozing baby. Nice company. Nice chaotic Asian ambiance.

So far, so good, Hanoi.