When you're on vacation, you learn something about yourself...at least I do. 

I learned that I didn't really count the little things in life as gifts. 

My "mini hotel" in Vietnam did not have hot water...I hated it, but I still "showered".  It wasn't even a shower.  There was no shower head, it was just a faucet with a bucket and a pail. 

You have to pay to go into a public restroom.  They charge you for maintenance of the place.  I've been in some bathrooms with brown stains on the wall...tampons and pads out in the open, wide open. 

Crossing the street is like suicide, especially in Vietnam.  

Traveling takes me out of my comfort zone...especially in a place where I can hardly speak and understand the language.  But, I'm lucky to get a chance to travel.