tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21651465.post115294551741910696..comments2024-03-24T22:24:11.549-07:00Comments on Rice Daddies: A Rice Daddy in ShanghaiUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21651465.post-1153075004085652622006-07-16T11:36:00.000-07:002006-07-16T11:36:00.000-07:00This reminds of the first time I went back to Viet...This reminds of the first time I went back to Vietnam. I was 14 and it was and interesting experience realizing that I wasn't the minority and that English was the secret language, not Vietnamese. I was there for two months, but there is one experience that is burned into my memory.<BR/>My family and I were eating at a road side noodle stand on our way from Saigon to DaNang. I wasn't really honglien123https://www.blogger.com/profile/04664865503830892153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21651465.post-1152984121831123302006-07-15T10:22:00.000-07:002006-07-15T10:22:00.000-07:00You have tugged at my heart. Thank you for sharin...You have tugged at my heart. Thank you for sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21651465.post-1152967468102921122006-07-15T05:44:00.000-07:002006-07-15T05:44:00.000-07:00Thanks for sharing this. Ironically, my mother, a ...Thanks for sharing this. Ironically, my mother, a second generation American born Chinese woman is also in China right now for the first time. I can't wait to hear about her trip. I only wish I could have gone with her.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com