Dalat

We left Saigon for Dalat and it's like stepping from the humidity into a cool pool or a well air-conditioned house. Dalat is in the mountains and the town reminds me of the small Italian villages of Cinque Terre. Jeff says it reminds him of Ithaca, New York. There are many lakes and waterfalls here and the temperature is 50 degrees Farenheit during the day and 40- 30 F at night. It's refreshing.

We're wearing our sweaters and long pants. My great aunt Lan and My cousin are taking complete care of us. They set us up in a small hotel next to her house that cost $13 per night. Everyone is still talking about the Rex hotel. We will never live it down.

My aunt is feeding us at her house. I gave her the $100 dollars and the last commemorative plate. She seems glad to have it.

Today my cousin showed us around Dalat to its gardens, temples, 2 lakes, and waterfalls. She's teaching English and is the only wage earner in a family of five. She is divorced and looking for someone to marry and go to America with.