I first rouse to see the early morning light shining through the windows. Lifting my head to peek out, the sky is bright blue and promising another scorcher of a day here on Koh Phagnan. Do I want to get up?, I ask myself. I answer by placing my head back down on the pillow and curling up into the fetal position.

Get ready, I’m about to fill you in on our three week, whirlwind tour through Vietnam. First of all, the fact that I now consider three whole weeks much too short of a time to spend anywhere is a definite side effect of this lifestyle.

Awhile back we wrote a funny little post about some things you might or might not care to know about us and I divulged the fact that we’ve collectively taken over 30,000 photos, a number that has increased by at least 9,000 since then. One of our readers commented: “I’d be so grateful if you’d write a piece about how you organize photos, how you use the back-ups, how you separate out items from a day̵

The assignment: Name your dream. That’s right. Write it down. “In a perfect world, I would secretly love to be a _____." I’ve been pondering this question for two weeks but am finding it difficult to answer. You could’ve asked me this two years ago and I would have said a world traveling photographer. But, that is a dream that has been realized; I’m living it.

We’re splitting up. When Adrian told his mom a few weeks ago she quickly asked, whose idea was that? in an effort to figure out what was wrong. It’s not like that he told her but I’m not sure it initially calmed her concern.

A string of nineteen days. Made up of simple and ordinary joys, various feats of courage and perseverance, instances of being utterly awestruck and feeling incredibly alive plus a handful of discomforts and complaints. It all adds up to be one of the most remarkable experiences of our lives.

The trail demands my attention. It’s relatively thin, strewn with occasional rocks and runs along the tall mountain’s edge. Sufficiently wide enough to feel safe but it’s without much room for missteps. If I could, I’d walk the entirety of the trail with my eyes fixed on the majestic snow capped mountain of Annapurna II. She’s sprawled out now in picture perfect panorama just to my left.