I’m pretty sure I’m still the whitest person in Vietnam. It’s great for getting compliments from cute little Vietnamese women {they grab ahold of my waist and stroke my arms in wonder of my ridiculously tall and pale body}, but the teenager in me WANTS TO GET TAN! I know it’s frivolous and superficial, but seriously: can’t a girl get some color
loop!? I could be reckless and get color quickly, but {this one’s for you, Mom!} you’ll be pleased to know that I’ve been slathering on the SPF 50 and watching one freckle pop up at a time. OK that’s an exaggeration, since as soon as I get in the sun my freckles multiply like rabbits, but my actual TAN is a very slow-moving creature
LED Color Temperature.
Yes, life is tough over here. We lounge at the beach getting tan at a turtle’s pace, eat ridiculously good dinners for $1 each, and the hardest decision of the day is who is going to get up to make breakfast. The answer to that last one is “Derek,” 99% of the time. He’s getting pretty darn good at making banana pancakes {with oatmeal instead of flour}. I’m a lucky lady! I guess some habits don’t change, no matter where we live !
