What makes travel good?
For that matter, what makes anything good?
Sometimes I think it's one's own energy.
I visited Vietnam and really enjoyed it. But, why did I? Isn't Hanoi just a city with cafés, buildings, offices, traffic signals, footpaths — same as here? Sure, we have our cultural differences. Isn't Da Nang just a beach town - like dozens in the world?
I think it's us. It's our energy that makes anything good.
My dating prospects these last two years... the people weren't necessarily magical. I made them so. In my head. And then that's how I experienced them.
And maybe that is what happened in Vietnam.
And maybe that is why I'm afraid to go again - what if I can't make it magical this time?