Next Destination

Time is often represented by an hourglass - by sand more precisely - to remind you how easily it slips through your fingers. My stay in Vietnam will be over in three weeks.

New friendships were born, and new memories were made. It was an enriching experience on the trail of my origins.

There is no one Vietnam but four. One in the North where life is a peaceful garden, center Vietnam where girls are spicier than a bowl of Bún bò, southern Vietnam where the food reflects the economy: rich and tasty, and the one I'll keep in my dreams.

The hardest part about being a digital nomad is not the work or the adaptation period to a new environment. It's saying goodbye. Travel is a breakup, a state of intoxication, and all romantics know the best way to sober up is to drink again. You hit the road, again.

The saddest feeling you can experience as a full-time traveler is the inability to come back. Hopefully, it won't happen with Vietnam. For now, Istanbul, Turkey holds the first position of my mental list for when it will be time to choose my next destination. I'm prospecting apartments.