My Son

I could not stay at a coffee place any longer, so we booked a guided tour to My Son (speak it: Me Son). Although the bus broke down (we just used that time to read and sleep), we made it to the park. That day it was raining constantly and I was already seeing myself to get absolutely wet, but then an American woman liked my earrings (thank you Jana!) and borrowed me her umbrella. Thank you so much, if you ever read this blog. You saved me that day.

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