We returned to Hanoi this afternoon and unfortunately the hotel was overbooked and they had to place us in the penthouse. Outside one bedroom we can see a bridge designed by Eiffel and it is lit by the lights of an enormous modern sky scraper. In the from of a quarters we have a balcony which gives us a glimpse of Old Hanoi that is over 800 years old. The best of all worlds. I scheduled a foot massage in a hotel about 90 seconds away from where we are staying and a young hotel employee escorted me to the spa. He held my hand the entire way sweeping away pedestrians as we moved along. I was greeted by name when we went into the lobby and he continued to hold my hand onto the elevator. At this point, I thought I was on my on, but no he continued to hold on to me until the receptionist met me and then she took me by the hand. I was seated on a pillow on the floor, no small feat and given hot tea and a tiny crunchy something. I have learned not to ask what I am eating. Soon I was taken to a darkened room, and greeted by the therapist. I undressed and was wrapped in warm towels. My feet were soaked in warm water with ginger, lime and lemon grass. She scrubbed my feet with lime and salt only the tequila was missing and then gently scrubbed them with a chamois. She then placed me on a table and put hot towels under my back and neck and over my eyes. The next 60 minutes were devoted to gently rubbing, pressing and twisting my feet and toes. From time to time she sounded a chime and in the background Vietnamese music in a minor key with bird songs intermingling where playing. She wrapped my legs and feet in hot towels and told me it was the relaxing time. I thought I was in paradise. The joy ended or so I thought. I dressed and went to pay my bill. The receptionist said that this was my happy day; I got a 25% discount. I would have paid double the price. Never once was I a customer but an honored guest. What a joy. Troy and a bottle of wine were waiting for me. I love Vietnam.