Viet’s family has always been absolutely lovely to me. His parents are loving, generous and kind. However, our relationship will always only be a smiling dance until I can learn some Vietnamese. I know this. I get it. Being able to communicate with his parents and being able to understand the goings on whenever we visit with his family would make such a difference to me (and to them I’m sure).
Vietnamese, on the other hand, is obviously much more challenging. Although the written characters are adapted from the latin alphabet (and therefore share many letters with English), the tonality of the language and the sounds themselves are mostly completely new to me. And yet, I know I could do it. I could wrap my mind around this if I really tried.
Here’s to learning! Wish me luck!