Every time I return to Ho Chi Minh City I ask myself why I ever left in the first place. The easy answer is that I needed a change (I always do) but I haven’t quite figured out the harder answer. Truly, this city still represents most of my closest relationships in Vietnam and for as long as I live in the country I’ll find my way to Saigon as often as possible. Southern people make me feel at home. They’re brutally honest straight talkers, intensely loyal friends, and humorous. And I haven’t even mentioned the food down here.