It's 10:00 Sunday morning and time for me to worship in Hanoi.  I hop on my motorbike, weaving all along the way. Twenty minutes later, I arrive at the hotel where we worship.  I'm glad to have arrived safely, but it may take a while to calm my spirit, after having just come out of traffic.

The wind blows gently, as the haze above Hanoi blocks out the sun.  Night will be here soon.  I can smell an assortment of odors wafting my way.  Some good, some not.  Noodles are being cooked 15 feet over to my right.  People sit on short stools, on the sidewalk, eating and talking.

Sweat moistened my shirt, as it did everyday in Cambodia.  Sometimes the heat made breathing difficult.  The dirt road we traveled down to get to the Killing Fields was lined with pot holes and ruts.  We bounced around in our little tuk tuk, a cart of sorts pulled by a motorcycle.  I thought I was going to have permanent back damage from the jolting.  We were covered with dust when we arrived.  I felt relieved to step out of the vibrating carriage.

One of the most valuable things I heard before coming overseas was to be flexible.  Learning to be flexible with your schedule is important when living in a different culture.  However, I still haven't learned it completely.