After two weeks traveling up and down the length of Vietnam on an extremely inclusive and wide-ranging assignment for a new tourism initiative, my time here has finally come to an end. I could write thousands of words on this country, but for now this single image will have to suffice. It was my home for seven years and it still feels like a part of me every time I go back. It gets underneath your skin. Or maybe your nails. Or maybe a bit of everything. I’ll save a longer post for later. Right now, I’m tired and I need to pack.
from swerve of shore 