A Journey Through Time: The Road to My Son Sanctuary

As a retired teacher with a penchant for road trips, I find myself drawn to places where history and culture intertwine with the landscape. My recent journey from Da Nang to My Son Sanctuary was one such adventure, a trip that rekindled my love for the open road and the stories it holds.

The day began with a comfortable ride in a new and clean car, driven by an English-speaking guide who was as knowledgeable as he was friendly. The drive itself was a delight, as we meandered through the lush Vietnamese countryside, the morning sun casting a golden hue over the rice paddies and distant hills. It reminded me of the countless road trips I took across America, where the journey was as much a part of the experience as the destination.

Upon arriving at My Son Sanctuary, I was immediately struck by the serene beauty of the place. The partially ruined Hindu temples of the former Champa Kingdom stood as silent witnesses to a bygone era, their intricate carvings and weathered stones telling tales of a rich cultural heritage. Our guide shared fascinating insights into the Champa people, their architecture, and the skills required to construct such magnificent structures. It was a humbling reminder of the enduring legacy of human creativity and resilience.

Embracing Local Culture and History

After exploring the temples, we were treated to a traditional Cham dance performance, a vibrant display of cultural expression that brought the ancient rituals to life. The dancers moved with grace and precision, their colorful costumes swirling in rhythm with the music. It was a captivating experience that left me with a deeper appreciation for the cultural tapestry of Vietnam.

Our journey continued with a visit to a nearby village, where we had the opportunity to meet a local family. They welcomed us with open arms, sharing stories of their lives during the Vietnam War and offering us a glimpse into their daily routines. As we sat down to enjoy a homemade lunch of local delicacies, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection to these people, whose resilience and warmth reminded me of the small-town communities I encountered on my travels across the American Midwest.

The meal was a feast for the senses, with flavors that were both familiar and exotic. Each dish was a testament to the family’s culinary skills and their deep connection to the land. It was a meal that nourished not just the body, but the soul, leaving me with a profound sense of gratitude for the hospitality we received.

Returning to Da Nang: A Reflection on the Journey

As we made our way back to Da Nang, I found myself reflecting on the day’s experiences. The visit to My Son Sanctuary had been a journey through time, a chance to connect with a culture that was both ancient and enduring. It was a reminder of the power of travel to bridge the gap between past and present, to foster understanding and appreciation for the diverse tapestry of human history.

Back in Da Nang, we stopped at a family-run business that produces rice paper and noodles, staples of Vietnamese cuisine. Watching the artisans at work, I was reminded of the small-town craftsmen and women I had met on my road trips, whose dedication to their craft was a source of pride and community identity.

As the day came to a close, I felt a renewed sense of wonder and curiosity, eager to continue exploring the world and uncovering the stories that lie along its roads. This journey to My Son Sanctuary was more than just a tour; it was a reminder of the beauty and complexity of our shared human experience, a journey that I will carry with me on all my future travels.