After Tokyo, my arrival to Vietnam was all about questioning the dirt, the smell, the people, the imperfections of this country. Urgh! It's not clean, garbage is thrown everywhere! Even if this is considered my homeland, I did not like it. I preferred acting superior, and show off that I was not you people, I am Canadian. Those who live at an upper rank! That lasted about 5 minutes. Then I quickly realized this is people! Real! And real means life! And Life means, we eat, we survive, we enjoy, we cry, we laugh. This is the land of imperfect yet delicious fruits my mommy spoke to me about because she was born in Vietnam. It's the dirty street food that every household cook up every morning and try to sell on the streets. A place where every rice grain can bring joy to someone.