life. in china. captured through the eyes of a nomad named jen.

on my airplane from kunming to beijing was a group of tourists. wearing the typical chinese tourist red hat, their gear in idential red bags, this group of tourists was anything but typical…..they were old and probably from the countryside.

their eagerness, their glint in their eyes, their fingers fumbling to fasten the seatbelt for takeoff, their request to change seats so that they could sit next to the window and peer out into the vast open skies dotted with cotton-balled clouds—these were all signs that this was their first plane ride. ever.

on the way to beijing on a jet plane to their country’s capital….

and me, having been on countless plane rides realizing at the age of 28 how much i have already seen…it was one of those rare moments where i pause and truly reflect at just how lucky i am.

yesterday, saturday was fun. one worth blogging anyway.
i woke up and did some scheduling for the day.

went for a facial, splurged for a very much needed hair cut @ toni and guy, did a bit of shopping at Zaras. returned home for store-bought sushi (yuck) and a dvd. prepped and got ready for a partay, nico’s and sumita going away do with the usual suspects plus 100 expat strangers. it was held at club obiwan, a very cool three story venue overlooking the lake.

i broke my no drinking rule and had myself a gin and tonic and threw down a tequila shot with chris. got my buzz, my groove on and when the crowd thinned, we joined the english and french at rickshaw’s for some 3 am in the morning semi-qtr final rugy match. i didn’t care much for the rugby, but i was digging on the nachos. yum. i didn’t, however, like the fact that it was so crowded i had to walk in between people and chairs including a leery french guy, who kept making humping motions to me. yuck. wtf.
c’est la vie. life in beijing is f-u-n.

in one year i’ve had three groups of visitors:

romella be my number one. amy and her entourage be my number two. and becca, shimi, and larry be my group number three.

these are people who came to china to see me, smell the food, see the sights.

and all have said that they wanted to return.

yay.