Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Texan Vietnamese Tra-la-la

It's amazing where you can get after 27 hours in a car.  Texas.  No cactus.  Surprisingly like Portage la Prairie.  The landscape rolling by was hilly fields protected by buffers of trees along the highway.  Hills and bluffs in the Iowa distance made me think of Where the Red Fern Grows...a perfect place for exploring and adventures whether you're young, old or canine.  Watch out for cougars.  And the golden arches. 

The roadtrip gang, 5 determined friends, was off to be with Andrew and Mai at their wedding.  Did it ever pay off.  The ceremonies were largely held in Vietnamese, the food and culture was as far from North American as possible (minus the Corona at the tea ceremony, thanks Nu!), but some things are universal and are not subject to language barriers.  Do you?  I do.  Rings exchanged, tea drank in communion, an uncle wishing many babies with a pregnant gesture.  I understand it all.


I felt much more than a simple witness to it all.  We were given corsages!  (I felt special immediately.)  Andrew's kilted Scottish cousins led the parade to Mai's family home bearing a pig, followed by the rest of his family and us, his friends, carrying domed trays covered in red embroidered and sparkling velvet; gifts of frankincense and mirh, or ladyfingers and Irish Cream.




The bride was beautiful, both in her traditional vietnamese wedding outfit or the well-known white wedding dress.  A sight well worth the trip.  So cheers to texan vietnamese tra-la-las, to cross-continental adventures, overloaded senses and emotions, safe drivers, good friends and New York unions made in love, in Texas.

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