The night before we left for England I found a huge cockroach in our shower, immediately jumped out, and called for Danny.
Then I cried because in the midst of trying to squash the biggest bug that ever lived, it fell and Danny lost sight of it. (Poor Danny stood there patiently, asking what I wanted him to do while I passive aggressively whisper-shouted 'nothing i'm just upset!' in my towel). I'm pretty sure this was the universe prepping me for our departure, although right after saying goodbye to Asia I was missing it again.
Here's what I miss the very most:
Seeing families eat dinner on the floor. Dining tables aren't a thing in Vietnam. I think they probably think 'why would we need a table?' Also there is no room for that nonsense. Instead, families sit in a circle on the floor of their living area with bowls upon bowls of rice and sauces and greens sprawled out between them. Not once did I walk by without lingering for just a (creepy) moment and feeling delighted by this. I don't know, I just like it.
Dollar noodles. In Saigon, there was a woman that would set up a teeny stove on the street at night and yell "dolla noodles!" to the people passing by. We never saw anyone taking her up on the offer, and she was at this all the time, so one night as we were walking by her I was like wait, why wouldn't I get some dollar noodles right now? So I got my dollar noodles and we went back to our hotel room that smelled like mold and had a view of a brick building that sat 2 feet away and hunkered down and ate some dollar noodles (are we gross?). And they were GOOD. So good that we went back to get some for Danny. When our dollar noodle lady saw us coming her way she yelled "TWO dolla noodles!" like any good businesswoman would.
Pho is always available. And since pho can cure any ailment, this is handy. Danny and I got off a night bus at 4am to find a dark, completely deserted street except for one little corner of the road that was full of people sitting in chairs, slurping up soup. It's comforting to know that there will always be soup.
Fresh coconuts. Every day. Every afternoon.
Secret bar lock-ins. Vietnam has a midnight curfew, but instead of shutting down all the bars they just close their garage doors so the police can't see in. When you want in you just knock and someone will pull up on the door to reveal laser lights and a room packed with people. It's like a speakeasy! Only way more obvious and way easier to get in.