Crossing the street with some market wares
Hanoi is a special place for me. In 2001, I spent a summer interning there. It was my first experience working in a foreign country, and I knew absolutely nothing about Vietnam before I arrived. Figuring out the country on my own was a challenge, and when I left a few months later, I was really proud of myself that I’d not only survived Hanoi, but also fallen in love with it.
It was fitting, then, that our first trip with the Gravy Baby was a return trip to Hanoi. Traveling with baby brought a lot of unknown into our normal travel routine. Would the Gravy Baby take to flying? Would the chaos of the motorbikes and all of the street noises be too overwhelming?