Our Airbnb host said there were delicious noodles to be had on the second floor of the apartment complex.

So that was my first stop of the day.

What would have otherwise passed as a non unique corridor was graced with a few tables and small stools.

I walked up to an open apartment where a women was sitting, pointed to a neighboring bowl of soup and smiled; the equivalent of putting in a descriptive order.

A kind faced lady, who I later learned was 65 and went by the name of Bei, ushered me to sit down at one of the tables.

I waited.

Moments later, the food arrived.

With perfectly cooked noodles, a few slices of meet, and bean sprouts, which I normally would have remove, I sat in bliss and ate.

Bei joined me once or twice and we exchanged a few of the 10 English words she knew.

I paid her 40k dong for the meal, $1.63 USD.

Thus was my first meal in Vietnam.

I think I’m going to like it here.