Beijing – months 7, 8, and 9

I’ve lost three days of my short, in comparison to the age of the universe, life to a cold-stroke-flu. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s these mini-tragedies that remind me to value each day. Who am I kidding! I’m furious. I had things to do, people to see, and places to go!Continue reading “Beijing – months 7, 8, and 9”