I know I’m painting with an overwide brush, but to my mind Asians are different from Westerners in important and unimportant ways. Even though I’ve had months to think about our trip to Asia, and about the people we’ll be getting to know there, this unoriginal thought occurs to me at 30,000 feet, just hours before landing in Vietnam—and actually meeting some Vietnamese.
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