Landing in Beijing
The People’s Republic of China is a country that has long fascinated me. When Dan told me that he had been offered a yearlong fellowship in Beijing, I was shocked. So much so that my legs suddenly felt weak. I lowered to the ground in front of a theater, absorbing the news as movie-goers politely dodged around me.
Luckily my shock wore off, because here we are! Last week’s trip went as smoothly as seventeen hours of travel could go. Our excitement must have been visible; on our layover in Chicago, a woman randomly asked if we were newlyweds. No, we replied, just looking forward to our travels. From Chicago to Beijing we sat in the last row of the enormous aircraft. Sleep was extra difficult to grab because our route took us high above the Arctic Circle, so the sky stayed light for most of the flight. Read more…