There are certain English phrases that the Vietnamese have mastered, such as "Good price for you" and "Same-same but different". I became quite attached to saying Same-same since you can practically apply it to anything. For example, the traffic in Chicago versus the traffic in Ho Chi Minh City. Insane but different. I also grew fond of "See you again". It's like they expect you to be back instead of wishing you away. Or maybe it just made me feel better, at least it did when it came to saying good-bye to the children. I know kids don't remember everything, but I can hope that they might recognize my face or my voice next time I volunteer with Buds to Blossoms. Some of the kids will be the same and some will be different. It is a tough thought to process. For the time that we all did share, I certainly learned a great deal from the gentleness of pediatric massage as well as what it means to take care of someone in an Asian culture. I've witnessed the ever-lasting care a Vietnamese family provides for one another, the kindness of a stranger, and the generosity of a poor man. Vietnam is truly beautiful even among the non-stop motorbikes hauling a family of 5 who are holding shopping bags and balancing a crate of chickens all while weaving through a mass of beeping horns. This place was a dream. I was one of a million drawn to the historical Saigon to soak in it's depth of misery, courage and resilience. I had adjusted but I was still sweating and getting eaten alive by mosquitos. As our volunteer program came to an end, I was a solo traveler with no plans at all.