I'm still alive, and still eating
I've been on vacation for over a week now, and I think I've eaten at home less than a handful times.
I first flew to Nanjing, and then headed over to Yangzhou via car the next day to meet up with my parents, and grandparents, and various cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. Then there were Chinese New Years, where we ate, listened to other people setting off fireworks, played cards and mahjong, wandered the streets, shopped, kareoke'd, ate some more, went to some scenic spots, went to a public bath house (very interesting, but a separate story), and ate even more (including hotpot, a favourite).
Now I'm back in Nanjing. Yesterday we went to a plum flower festival. Imagine an entire mountain of plum trees, all of which were covered in flowers or buds about to blossom. There were white, pink, red, crimson, and some green blanketing the mountain and the valley. Quite beautiful.
Now I have nothing to do until Wednesday, when I leave for a three day jaunt in Tokyo.
I first flew to Nanjing, and then headed over to Yangzhou via car the next day to meet up with my parents, and grandparents, and various cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. Then there were Chinese New Years, where we ate, listened to other people setting off fireworks, played cards and mahjong, wandered the streets, shopped, kareoke'd, ate some more, went to some scenic spots, went to a public bath house (very interesting, but a separate story), and ate even more (including hotpot, a favourite).
Now I'm back in Nanjing. Yesterday we went to a plum flower festival. Imagine an entire mountain of plum trees, all of which were covered in flowers or buds about to blossom. There were white, pink, red, crimson, and some green blanketing the mountain and the valley. Quite beautiful.
Now I have nothing to do until Wednesday, when I leave for a three day jaunt in Tokyo.