10.22.25: Lost in Translation

Ordering food in a country where you don’t know the language is a gamble. Sometimes you win big with the best meal of your life. Other times, you get a plate of mystery meat staring back at you. I once pointed at a menu item in Vietnam, confident, only to be served a boiling bowl of duck blood soup. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what I expected. That’s the charm of travel though. You learn to laugh, take a bite, and realize the story ends up being worth more than the food itself.