Nervous time, or maybe not...

Closing in on leaving Luang Prabang, soon off to the travel agent to see if my passport and visa arrived on time, then to catch the all-nighter bus ride south to catch the plane into Hanoi. There was one email waiting for me, and it was from my Vietnamese friend Lan Anh who tells me she will pick me up from the airport, which is an hour from her mom's house. OMG what luck that is! I was preparing for being totally lost, confused and wondering how I'd fare in that situation. Started feeling a little nervous, which is a natural part of the journey for me, nothing to fear exactly, just watching my mind go that way. To get picked up at the Hanoi Airport like a VIP is almost too good to believe. More gratitude, my cup has runneth over. (assuming she makes it, of course, but hey what could happen?)