Time table and Meet ups

We live in a house in district 4, about 5 to 10 mins to the centre, with let me count...  about 10 ppl. A few uncles, an auntie, few kids plus granny. A few other uncles have their own houses but everyone used to hang around my granny's place. There's always food and there's always something going on. And yea I have got a real big family. :D

I woke up every morning around 7 or 8, because the streets are very loud and I can't sleep longer knowing that my grandma wakes up at 5, starting to clean up the place and preparing food, drinks and serving coffee "Café sua da" (some very sweet, iced, coffee with condensed milk) for the ppl outside.  She's gold I tell ya, there's no heart bigger than the one she carries in her chest.

However after waking up I go out and have breakfast somewhere with an uncle or an auntie. Vietnamese ppl do not eat bread or anything like that in the mornings. They actually eat the same as they would eat for lunch or dinner. But a lot prefer soups in the mornings like Huu Tieu, or light things like Banh Cuon with fresh veggies and herbs.
After breakfast I used to grab a motorbike of someone at home and headed out for the city. After telling my grandma that I'd be careful of course and that I'd return to eat lunch. She always wants me to eat. :)
But there's no time table in Vietnam. Lunch could be at 11 or 12 or  6pm. :)
I always tried to be back at 4 pm though to pick up my lil cuz from kindergarten. She's so lovely and smart I saw her the first time this year and I fell in love rite away.
 There are a very lot of Cafés in Saigon. That's what everyone seems to do all day. Just hanging around in Cafés talking and watching people. I used to be in Allez Boo (district 1, pham ngu lao, backpacker place) in the mornings, write into my diary before I for example met up with peeps from the Internet, went to museums or shoppin.
I met quite a few people from Germany. We went to the Unification Palace, the former Presidential Palace, to the war museum, the art museum and I've been shopping with a german girl. She was big and well rounded and it was hard to find stuff. Most of all jeans and shoes.
I use to shop down the Le Loi street for clothes or Benh Thanh market for souvenirs and so on.

And I met Misen. He's also a viet kieu (that's how vietnamese ppl are called in VN who come from overseas) from Seattle and someones' son or whatsoever of our neighbours. One lesson that I've learned: Don't even try to understand vietnamese family logic.
18 year old. A kid I'd say, though just 3 years younger than me. :D He had a crush on me and that was fun I tell ya. We sometimes  hung around together and he kept asking me over. His family considered me as his girlfriend and future wife. I just kept smiling and that was all that I intended to do. :D
We still keep in touch. Another friend in another world...