Ell(i)e,
My last days in China ended rather abruptly, I'm inclined to think. Exams, the farewell banquet, a blowout at an expensive roast duck restaurant for the last dinner, furiously purchasing things I had held off until the last minute, hours in airports in transpacific transit...
My second day home now. Atlanta is unbearably hot, but the air is fresh. I have imbibed much milk and sweet tea since my return, and Mexican food (you will recall that charming restaurant I took you to, yes?). My traveling is not quite finished, as I leave for DC tomorrow to plead with French bureaucrats for entrance into their fair country.
Currently I have stocked with me plenty of good Chinese treats to hold off my cravings for a week or so yet. I know not when, if ever, I shall return to the Far East, specifically Beijing, that feng shui capital of my heart. Certainly not before the Olympics transform the city into an unrecognizable metropolis. This is a rather sad and unfortunate thought, but unlike other students of Chinese, I had no future of Chinese business or international affairs in mind when I chose the bleak road of this language's study.
I tried to call your phone today to assuage my sudden and uneventful days; I am vexed that it was turned off. Remedy this for me.
Your friend, the worn and weary traveler,
Alison
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