The fall of 2011.
And then . . . Singapore, Beijing, Newark, Mantua, Chicago, D.C.
Because travel is part of the job of a self-employed writer, busted pelvis or no.
But one night, the moon was shining so brightly Michael tried to comment on it to the taxi driver. He got all flustered and thought we wanted to go someplace else and pulled over. Michael whipped out his IPad and called up a picture of the moon, which made us all laugh, images pulling us past language barriers. That taxi driver is not to be confused with the drunk in the orange juice can on wheels we took back from the Wall. That experience can be read about on Michael’s blog, check out “near death experiences.”
A man this age in China has seen so much, revolution, famine, skyscrapers and donkey carts. His eyes only glance over his shoulder, though. He was touring the historical landmark, not texting or updating, but looking and learning. As people, we have so much to learn from one another.