The first time I heard about Yellow Mountain (“Huangshan”) was when my dad showed me an old black-and-white photo in which he, a then-7-year-old boy, stood in front of a gray mountain and grinned widely.
Traveling to a foreign country without knowing their language could be daunting. That is exactly how we felt when we arrived in Japan.
If someone wants to make a movie of five thousand years of Chinese history, half of the scenes would (arguably) be shot in Xi’an, the capital of 13 dynasties in ancient China. Xi’an is famed for its historical significance and laced with relics of ancient treasure.
Every time we visited China, we flew in and out from Beijing Airport and had never thought to explore around the airport area. This time, on the night before we departed from Beijing,
In April, we had a chance to tour the city of Miami while we waited for our flight home after a four-day cruise vacation in Bahama.
Young twigs and flower buds poke
out of barren branches.
Gentle breeze sprinkles
colors on early leafing cherry trees.
The salty scent of fresh seafood wafted in the air, mixed with the pungent smell of seasonings from giant boiling pots. It was the Wharf’s fish market.
Have you ever heard of the Monocacy National Battlefield? Chances are, you haven’t. But the battle is an inflection point in history of the United States.
Arlington Road in downtown Bethesda, MD is teemed with nicely-decorated stores and restaurants. As dusk falls, the neon signs glitter, lighting up the dim walkway. Facing a stylish Apple store adorned with their huge well-known logo is a quiet modest-looking store,
I peered at my watch and hollered another reminder to my dad, who was still smoothing out his navy-blue shirt in front of our living room mirror. He was in his spotless beige khakis pants and new white Nike sneakers, totally dressed up for the annual Chinese New Year parade in D.C.