It has been a crazy couple of days so we are a little behind in recording everything. It's been tough trying to first of all put into words the emotion of just being in Maiya's province again, let alone going back to the orphanage. There were 7 families adopting children from her orphanage when we travelled the first time, and literally got off the plane and drove to the orphanage and had her in our arms. We didn't have much of a chance to look around or absorb anything, and very little opportunity to ask questions. We stayed one night in Vung Tau, the first night we were in Vietnam, and then did a day trip back for the ceremony, and both days are a blur. It poured rain the day of the ceremony so that plus the fact we had 3 crying babies in our vehicle didn't lend itself to wanting to do much sightseeing.
This time things were so different. We did have rain right when we left the orphanage, but other than that it was hot and sunny, so we really had a better chance to enjoy the area. Our hotel was nice, but it definitely made us miss the amazing service we have had at our place in HMC. The one perk - the pool water was much warmer in Vung Tau!! While we were right on the water, the beach itself isn't the greatest and with the hassle of monitoring contact lenses and minimizing sun intake for Lucas, we didn't do any actual beach time.
The first day was getting there by boat, having lunch, then visiting the orphanage, followed by a couple of hours in the pool. We planned to go to a place that was highy recommended to have dinner, but I unfortunately entrusted Brett with attaining the directions and we ended up in a small local place instead. It was quite neat inside (well, it was mostly open-air rather than being ïnside"), with a little pond and a little footbridge you walked over to get to the tables. The food was traditional Vietnamese and Brett really liked it. Maiya, mom and myself had mostly steamed rice and a few bites of the chicken. There were a number of other "guests"present, including a fairly large ghecko and a giant snail at least the size of my hand!
The next day we started out in the pool after breakfast, then took a taxi to visit the famous Jesus statue that stands on top of one of the small mountains in the area. We hopped in a taxi with a very smiley, somewhat toothless older man and headed off - for about 30 seconds, at which point the driver did a u-turn on the road and pulled over. We were a little confused until he leaned over and pointed up - at which point we realized the statue was up above us. I think he got quite a kick out of the fact that we had taken a cab from our hotel to go a few hundred metres! We had thought we could drive at least part way up, but again we were slightly off - about 1000 steps off! The only way to the top is to climb the 1000 stairs leading up from the road. (that being said, we saw a truck parked half way up and would have liked to hitch a ride by then!) We decided we would get out and walk around a bit, even if we didn't attemp the hike. As the driver rode off laughing at his 50 cent fare, we started heading up the mountain. In the end, the breathtaking views at each lookout kept us going, and we did eventually make it to the top. We were soaked in sweat and mind-boggled at the seemingly "sweat-free"ladies in their high heels, long pants and sweaters who had ascended before us. The views really were beautiful looking out over the water. After purchasing a couple of cold drinks at the top, we made our way back down. Our legs were a little shaky by the time we got back to the road, and we ended up having to walk almost back to the hotel before we caught a cab.
We went for lunch at the place we had tried to find the night before (after I looked up the directions this time!) and found it to be a cute little place called Nine Cafe and Restaurant, owned by a French man. The food was great, awesome bread and big servings. We managed to cool off a bit with the fans blowing warm air around on the patio, but were more than ready for the pool when we got back to the hotel. My mom offered to watch the kids so Brett and I headed back out a dinner to David's Pizzeria for some very yummy Italian food and a cappucino. We were so full we decided to walk back to the hotel - that and the fact that the drivers go alot faster in the taxis in Vung Tau, with more open road and less traffic - we had at least 3 games of chicken with our taxi and a bus throughout the day - mostly entailing us driving on the wrong side of the road on a solid line going around curves!
We talked with mom for a bit then went to bed. I had trouble connecting with the wifi so didn't manage to post more than a picture and finally gave up - only to be awoken shortly after by Brett being horribly sick. Unfortunately it was a very long night and the poor guy could barely stand or speak by morning. We ended up just eating granola bars in the room for breakfast then visited the pool for an hour before packing up. We had met a Vietnamese-born Canadian/American girl the day before who was there with her son, and since she is fluent in Vietnamese asked her for some help with Gatorade or something to help balance out Brett's electrolytes after being so sick. She got the hotel staff to make some warm salted lemon water with ground ginger to help, and he managed to drink about half of it. We weren't sure how we were going to get him on the hydrofoil by noon and back to the hotel in HMC, especially when the boat was rocking from side to side so much you could hardlly walk when we actually boarded. However, with a lot of prayers from mom sitting beside him, he managed to hold everything in. The taxi ride to the hotel was likely the worst we've had with start and stop jerking, which didn't help him any, but he once again managed to hold on and we were able to get checked back in and get our stored luggage fairly quickly. He slept the rest of the day and we ended up just staying in and ordering room service since we were all tired from being awake most of last night with him. He is better than he was but still rough. I am pretty sure it was likely something he ate at the first place in Vung Tau, since it's really the only spot where we had significantly different food from each other.
We are hoping he is back on his feet tomorrow, but we have no major plans from now until we leave so he has lots of time to recuperate. The family from Quebec were able to pick up Lucas's Vietnamese and Canadian passports today so we will post a picture of our latest Canadian tomorrow! We weren't able to change our flights since everything is booked solid, so it looks like Sept. 6th will be the date we leave.
Lucas is doing well and is starting to seem more attached. He definitely knows daddy and is saying dada and almost saying daddy alot (not always directly for Brett but seems to be starting to make the connection). He is saying mama or mom-mom-mom more now, although it is just babbling, not to get my attention per say. He continues to LOVE Maiya and she is able to get him to laugh the easiest. It was pretty neat to sit at the table tonight and watch him standing by the couch, reaching for, grabbing and feeding himself Cheerios!! He couldn't even chew a Cheerio 2 weeks ago, let alone pick one up and move it to his mouth.
He loves the iPad so I am definitely going to have to go shopping for a drool resistant cover when we get home. He likes having it very close to his eyes so he can focus so we will need to get one of those rough & tough styles I think! He is still sleeping great at night and has been pretty easy going with all the changes to routine the last few days. I think he has grown and gotten even chubbier the last 2 weeks as well - won't be in the 12 month stuff for too long it would seem!
Anyway, off to bed but will try to post more tomorrow.
