Outside a Xi’an train station.
I sit amongst these travelers as one of them, resting for a brief instant from the thronged city. Today is May Day, a special day, one of celebration. The gardens are filled with tourists, foreign and Chinese alike, who enjoy the day off and the sun. Couples shyly hold hands, sitting quietly on stone benches, whispering to each other. The roads are clogged with traffic, standing room only on the buses as they weave around the ancient city walls. The restaurants fill with families and wild children who tug at their parents’ clothing and look up at them with expectant faces. The precious only child. The heat bears down. Everyone wants ice cream. Continue reading