If I didn‘t know it was easter, I wouldn‘t have noticed. There were no easter celebrations going on, I didn‘t see any decorations either. So, when I woke up, I joined an online art class while sitting in one of my favorite café’s that I found during my time in Hanoi last time. Afterwards I picked up my sandals, went to a second café, painted a lot inbetween, went to an art supply shop and I stumbled upon a classicsl open air concert just next to the art museum. It reminded me a bit of home and I had a tear in my

eye thinking, that maybe, I was meant to stumble upon it, and it‘s a way of making me connect to my family at home. As if I was with them today.

And that was pretty much my day. I had some nice conversations with people along the way and - what made me incredibly sad - I lost my diary notebook. I don‘t know where, I asked a few places, but no one found it. I have my contact details written inside, so maybe there is hope that one day it will return to me. Please wish me luck!