The biggest thrill of coming to a new country is building up my food network. First, it's the juice. Last night, I was introduced to what has to be the best won ton soup in town, possible in all of Vietnam, and it is right outside my door. I had been hearing about this noodle place but no one wanted to take me there. Finally, a former teacher came for a visit and wanted to go. They will definitely be seeing me again.
Today I tried to have breakfast at the restaurant near our old hotel. They serve three choices for breakfast:, pork chops with rice, an egg sandwich and of course, a bowl of noodles. They wouldn´t serve me for some reason, so I walked down the street and stumbled upon a lady making omelets. I signaled that I wanted one but ended up with a cold cut sandwich instead. Well, it was delicious. Tomorrow I will try to order the eggs using Vietnamese. Fried eggs ( op la`) is one of the first words we learned, because we had them every day we stayed at the hotel.
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