Da Lat

I can’t remember exactly when I last visited Đà Lạt, but what I do recall is the cool air—sometimes even chilly—and how, as a kid, there weren’t many things to do. There were lakes, museums, and horses—the very first ones I ever rode.

This time, though, I experienced a very different Đà Lạt. Instead of staying in the busy city center, I chose a resort tucked away on the side of a valley. It was peaceful, surrounded by flowers and greenery, with no traffic, no noise, just quiet scenery overlooking Tuyên Lâm Lake.

Each morning began the same way: breakfast paired with rich coffee from Vietnam’s Central Highlands, enjoyed from my balcony while gazing across the lake. I’d read a book in the crisp morning air, then wander down the valley trails, watching farmers harvest strawberries and feeling a sudden shiver whenever a cold wind swept by.

It was a calmer, slower Đà Lạt, one that felt new, yet deeply familiar at the same time.

Peaceful moments.

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