TRAVELLIVE 04-2016
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Istanbul, the first days of spring… I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here. I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team. I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach. Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there? Istanbul, the first days of spring…
I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here.
I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team.
I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach.
Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there?

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122 Faifo - c∏i tn x≠a cÒa HÈi An mµ Æ’n nay v…n ch≠a ai thÀt s˘ bi’t r‚ v“ nguÂn gËc, chÿ bi’t rªng sau nµy trn b∂n Æ ߴng D≠¨ng Cochinchine, ng≠Íi Ph∏p, T©y Ban Nha vµ B ߵo Nha Æ“u sˆ dÙng Faifo Æ” chÿ HÈi An. N®m 1535, nhµ th∏m hi”m ng≠Íi B ߵo Nha - thuy“n tr≠Îng Antonio de Faria - l«n Æ«u tin Æ’n khu v˘c nµy Æ” thµnh lÀp khu c∂ng bi”n. 1595, HÈi An ch›nh th¯c ghi tn trong b∂n Æ kinh doanh hµng h∂i nhÍ c´ng cÒa chÛa Nguy‘n Hoµng - ng≠Íi tin phong trong vi÷c mÎ rÈng bÍ c‚i Ɔt n≠Ìc xuËng ph›a Nam vµ x©y d˘ng n“n t∂ng thµnh lÀp nn ßµng Trong - n¨i trÎ thµnh hfln ng‰c mi“n Vi‘n ß´ng Cochinchine sau nµy. VËn d‹ t´i cÚng chºng bi’t Æ’n ˝ ngh‹a c∏i tn Faifo nµy cho Æ’n khi bæt Æ«u m·i ch©n, muËn t◊m n¨i nghÿ ng¨i, c´ bπn b∂o hay lµ vµo Æπi chÁ nµy. Ng»ng Æ«u nh◊n tn qu∏n, t´i c≠Íi: "ô HÈi An nhi“u n¨i c„ tn Faifo th’ nhÿ!". C´ bπn Æfia ph≠¨ng n„i ngay: "Th◊ Æ©y lµ tn TRAVELLIVE Gi’ng B∏ L‘ t‰a lπc trn con Æ≠Íng nh· Tr«n H≠ng ßπo hÂi x≠a cÒa HÈi An mµ!" N’u Æ” ˝ bπn sœ th†y Î Æ©y c„ hi÷u v∂i Faifo, ti÷m c¨m Faifo, cafä Faifo... C∏i tn ÆÀm mµu thÍi gian k” lπi mÈt HÈi An nh˜ng ngµy t†p nÀp thuy“n tµu, th≠¨ng l∏i khi x≠a. ß’n HÈi An th◊ Æıng vÈi vµng, c¯ thong th∂ ngÂi nh†m nh∏p ly cafä trn t«ng th≠Óng cÒa qu∏n cafä Faifo. C„ lœ Æ©y lµ qu∏n cafä duy nh†t trong phË cÊ n¨i bπn ngæm Æ≠Óc toµn c∂nh HÈi An tı trn t«ng th≠Óng. HÈi An c„ r†t nhi“u qu∏n cafä d‘ th≠¨ng, c„ qu∏n yn t‹nh nhã nhµng gi˜a c®n g∏c lˆng, c„ qu∏n b◊nh dfi nh≠ ng´i nhµ nh· vÌi c∏i hin Æ«y næng, cÚng c„ n¨i tho∏ng m∏t tho∂i m∏i trn t«ng th≠Óng... Khoan ln mπng t◊m ki’m nh˜ng n¨i thÛ vfi Æ” ®n uËng Î HÈi An, h∑y Æi vµ dıng lπi mÈt c∏ch tÔy h¯ng, Æ” xem sË phÀn Æ≠a bπn Æ’n Æ©u. V◊ cuÈc sËng nh≠ mÈt hÈp chocolate, c¯ thˆ xem vin chocolate cÒa bπn c„ h≠¨ng vfi g◊. Vµ rÂi "Dolce far Niente" - thÀt s˘ chºng c«n lµm g◊ c∂, chÿ c«n nªm tr∂i dµi bn bÍ bi”n Cˆa ßπi, ngˆi mÔi gi„, TH§NG TIN TH£M + Gi’ng B∏ L‘ t‰a lπc trn con Æ≠Íng nh· Tr«n H≠ng ßπo, g«n Æ≠Íng vµo phË cÊ HÈi An. G«n gi’ng c„ qu∏n tht xin n≠Ìng ngay Æ«u hŒm: Bale Well, 45/51 Tr«n H≠ng ßπo. + Cafä Faifo, 130 Tr«n PhÛ, HÈi An + Palm Garden Resort, Lπc Long Qu©n, Cˆa ßπi, HÈi An. nghe ti’ng s„ng vµ tæm m◊nh trong næng lµ ÆÒ Æ” bπn tÀn h≠Îng tr‰n vãn s˘ ng‰t ngµo cÒa HÈi An. Tı trung t©m phË cÊ Æi xe Æπp Æ’n bi”n Cˆa ßπi kho∂ng 30 phÛt lµ bπn Æ∑ c„ th” ngæm nh◊n khung c∂nh ruÈng lÛa xanh r◊, ng´i tr≠Íng mÈc mπc mµu xanh bi”n, vµ b‰n trŒ con › Ìi g‰i nhau lÛc tan tr≠Íng. N’u c„ c¨ hÈi, h∑y Æ’n Æ©y Æ” tÀn h≠Îng khung c∂nh thin nhin Æãp trong veo vµo buÊi hoµng h´n Î Cˆa ßπi - mÈt trong nh˜ng bi”n Æãp nh†t Ch©u É. ChÛng t´i ch‰n nghÿ ch©n Î Palm Garden Resort, mÈt trong nh˜ng n¨i c„ vfi th’ Æãp, b∑i bi”n v…n ch≠a bfi l†n nhi“u, n¨i bπn c„ th” c«m Ê b∏nh m◊, vµ ly trµ gıng †m ∏p ra Æ„n b◊nh minh d≠Ìi b„ng c©y c‰. N’u th›ch, bπn c„ th” ch‰n c≠Ïi ng˘a Æi d‰c bi”n Æ” h›t thÎ kh´ng kh› cÒa ngµy mÌi. BuÊi s∏ng Î Æ©y r†t d‘ th†y c∏c tay nµi ng˘a th©n thi÷n, sΩn lflng giÌi thi÷u "ng≠Íi bπn" bËn ch©n hi“n hfla cho bπn. T´i th›ch nh˜ng buÊi tr≠a, ngÂi ®n t´ m◊ Qu∂ng, kho quãt vµ m„n thfit kho tr¯ng "lµm nhÌ nhµ qu∏ chıng", nh≠ lÍi ng≠Íi bπn Æi cÔng. ßıng b· qua buÊi tËi Æ«y giai Æi÷u Î Æ©y, n¨i bπn th≠Îng th¯c gi‰ng ca nÂng †m cÒa ng≠Íi ca s‹ Æ’n tı Philippines: "Hello, it's me I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet..." (Hello - Adele) Tπm dfich: Xin chµo, lµ t´i Æ©y. T´i Æ∑ t˘ h·i lflng, sau bao nhiu n®m th∏ng †y, bπn c„ muËn ta lπi g∆p nhau...

HOI AN ON THE DAYS OF The simple pleasure of doing nothing, dolce far niente, is merely living in the moment. To Hoi An time, I just want to slow down, travel without any plan, and take life as it comes. Dolce far niente! Dolce far Niente TRAVELLIVE 123

HOI AN<br />

ON THE DAYS OF<br />

The simple pleasure of doing nothing, dolce far<br />

niente, is merely living in the moment. To Hoi An time, I just<br />

want to slow down, travel without any plan, and take life as it<br />

comes. Dolce far niente!<br />

Dolce far Niente<br />

<strong>TRAVELLIVE</strong> 123

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