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So you’re coming to China (pt. I):

I’ve got a few family members coming to visit me in China this year, and I couldn’t be MORE EXCITED. I’ve been writing up some notes about traveling in China for the folks who will be coming on vacation, and thought that it might be a nice thing to have here as a reference for future friends who want to travel in China. (Perhaps this can help inspire some folks to make the leap to see me in Asia? A girl can always dream.)

I’ll be breaking these into a couple of sections to keep any one post from getting too long, and have them organized with some pre-departure details (covering some stuff about visa and banking in China), general health (water and air pollution, emergency health), traveling around China (trains, planes, and automobiles), and tech recs (what is the firewall, getting a VPN, and some helpful apps to have while traveling).

Other folks have definitely written about all of these topics in the past, so if you’re looking for more in-depth information before you go, know that there are tons of resources online! I’m trying to compile a few things that have helped me personally, and hope that it can be a good jumping off point for loved ones to learn what to expect when coming to visit. Always feel free to ask me specific questions if you have any, and I’d be more than happy to answer to the best of my ability!



Pre-Departure:

I’m going to try and sum up the Visa process to the best of my ability here, but take this with a grain of salt. I’ve only had to apply for a visa once (back in March 2016), which covered my entry to China for a Penn research trip and later allowed me to come back to Beijing for the start of Yenching. Since then, I’ve exchanged my Visa for a “Residence Permit for Foreigner in the People’s Republic of China”, which was processed with help from Peking University so I haven’t had to deal with the consulate or embassy since.

So, if you’re visiting me, you can apply for the L Visa type or the S2 Visa type, depending on our relation. Here’s the breakdown:

  • L Visa: Foreigners who intend to go to China as a tourist.
  • S2 Visa: Foreigners who intend to visit their family members* who are foreigners working or studying in China, or to those who intend to go to China for other private matters. The intended duration of stay in China is no more than 180 days.

For the S2 Visa, it seems that family members are defined as “spouses, parents, sons, daughters, spouses of sons or daughters, brothers, sisters, grandparents, grandsons, granddaughters, and parents-in-law”. So, for cousins who are traveling, you should apply for the L Visa.

You’re going to need a passport with more than 6 months validity to apply for a Chinese visa, and at least one blank page for the visa to be added. You can find the application forms here for the visa, as well as an official list of requirements for things you’ll need to include. Be sure to double-check this website in case there’s anything that I’ve missed!

In addition to filling out the application form, you will also need to bring an invitation letter. I’ll write this letter for you – I’ve gotten a letter template from some classmates, and it’s a pretty simple/generic format: it’ll identify who I am, and identify who you are, and will talk a little bit about what we’re doing together in China. I’ll need to get some basic info from you (making sure that I have your passport number and correct birthdate), but it’s all very easy to complete once we’ve got those details hammered out.

It’s not required to have an invitation letter as part of your application (plenty of people come to Mainland China for tourism without knowing anyone in the country!), but the letter can help your application. If you don’t have an invitation letter included in your visa application, you will need to provide additional documents that show copies of your flight receipts, hotel bookings, and your tentative itinerary.

If you already have flights purchased, then it can’t hurt to include your tickets in the visa application even if I am providing an invitation letter! The same applies to hotel bookings. It might seem early to make hotel bookings, but know that you are not obligated to stay in the hotel that you specify in your application. I would suggest using booking.com or another website to make a reservation at a hotel in the city you plan on staying in that has a free cancellation policy. You can print out your booking confirmation, include it in your application packet, and then cancel once you’ve been approved.

When applying, I would suggest you select the longest possible validity for your visa, with the maximum number of days as your period of stay. (I think that this should be either 90 or 180 days, depending on if you’re applying with an L or S2 Visa.) Also mark down that you are applying for multiple entries for your visa. Though your trips are going to be short visits and won’t involve entries/exits from the Mainland, it’s better to keep options open. In case of unforeseen circumstances (such as you quitting your job back in the States to join me backpacking for 3+ months… or more likely, making a crossing into Hong Kong or Macau while you’re on vacation), you won’t want to have to worry about overstaying a visa!

Finally, there is a chance that you might be issued a 10-year multiple entry visa. Starting in 2014, China-U.S. Visa arrangements began offering these visas to eligible U.S. citizens. I don’t really know what determines how you get one (I’ve known families who all apply for a visa together, and only one family member will have the 10-year visa issued) but it is the same price as a 1 year multiple entry visa, so it could save you a future trip to the embassy or consulate if you end up coming back to China sometime in the next decade. In order to be considered for the 10-year visa, you must have over 12 months of remaining validity in your U.S. passport… but beyond that, it seems a bit like luck for whether or not you’ll be issued it.

If you don’t have all the materials in order, you’ll likely have to return to the embassy or consulate to complete your application later – try to triple check that you’ve got everything you might need (and it can’t hurt to be over prepared and have a few extra photocopies of relevant paperwork, your documents on a flash drive, and a handful of quarters just in case you need to operate the clunky copy machine that I saw in the corner of the New York consulate building). 😉 The whole process might seem a bit of a headache, but consider this as your first taste of Chinese bureaucracy. I encourage you to savor it as a “cultural experience”.

Once you’ve gotten your visa issued, make sure that you make a few copies of your passport’s photo page and visa page to pack in your suitcase. For extra security, you might want to email yourself a copy of both of these pages, or have the scan saved to your phone. In China, you’ll need to provide your passport when you check into hotels, and it’s always good to have quick access to the information. *Technically speaking*, I think that foreigners are required to have their passports on them at all times, though I’ve never known someone who has been requested to show their passport to police. Still, just in case, having a copy on hand can’t hurt!

For money and banking – alert your bank of the dates that you’ll be traveling in China, and try to get some money exchanged before heading out. The official currency in China is the RMB, and the exchange rate (at the time I’m writing this, in February 2018) is about 6.35 RMB to 1 USD. The largest bill is a 100 RMB note, and paper currency extends all the way down to 1 jiao notes (which is 1/10th of 1 RMB, about .016 USD). It’s pretty easy to suffer from a bloated wallet if you carry around a lot of cash – but on most days, you won’t need to have a ton of money on hand unless you’re planning on going shopping for souvenirs or eating big meals out at restaurants.

You’ll be able to find ATMs everywhere in the country, which should accept cards issued by Visa, Mastercard, etc. Some US-based banks may pair with Chinese banks to offer fee-free withdrawals, but you should double check with your bank! (I know that HSBC and Citibank have these kinds of arrangements, but not sure about others.) Before you go, make sure that you know your daily withdrawal limits while abroad, and check to see that you have a PIN number set up. Chinese bankcards typically have 6 digit PINs, so you might want to ask a bank representative what you should do if your PIN number is 4 digits long.


Anyway, that’s it for the moment. Thanks for bearing with me as I write all of this out! Stay tuned for other posts covering some more China travel details and things to expect when you come.

X’s and O’s,

Kristen

 

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Jetlagged Dreamscapes

I came back to Beijing on the first of February. I’m adjusting back to life in the Middle Kingdom, and jetlag (as per usual) has me keeping slightly odd hours. I didn’t sleep much on the flight over, so I’m not feeling the full force of the thirteen-hour difference between Philly and Beijing, but I’m still adjusting. During my first two nights, I had incredibly vivid dreams. They had me waking up in a bit of a daze, feeling not exactly sure where I was. It sometimes takes me a little bit to get used to the change – waking up at night in a different bed, staring up at a different ceiling.

In my room in Philadelphia, I can see the blinking red lights of the radio towers in the distance, and the shadows of tree branches, and occasionally hear the wind hitting against the storm windows. I sleep under a pile of blankets (an excessive number, if I’m being honest) but the weight is comforting and I’ve grown used to it with time.

In Beijing, my curtains can block out all the light, leaving my bedroom in a near total darkness. The cold seeps into the room if I open the curtains up, and I can feel the chill on my ears since my bed is pressed against the back wall. Sometimes I like this – the heat is cranked up inside of my dormitory, making it much warmer than my house ever is, and the occasional cold keeps me burrowed under the blankets and feeling cozy.

My dream journal, from the last two nights:

  • Picking wild blackberries, getting caught in a rainstorm. Wandering along a hilly place, knowing that I was among friends though I’m not certain which. There are bushes and brambles, so you have to be careful where you walk. It feels a bit like summer camp. There’s a rainstorm – sudden and heavy – and we rush to find shelter. Blackberry juice is crushed into the fabric of our shirts, and we inspect the stains as we stand under cover and wait for the storm to pass.
  • Getting lost in the grocery store, shopping for peanut butter. A bit less pastoral than the dream before – I find myself wandering around a grocery store. I’ve never been inside a Costco, but in my dream I imagine it is like a Home Depot with enormous shelves reaching to the top of an endless warehouse, stocked with pallets of food to buy in bulk. I want jars of crunchy peanut butter, and I wander in circles until I’m lost. I question if Chinese Customs will allow me to bring this much peanut butter into the country.
  • Arriving in Beijing, unpacking my suitcase. I feel a momentary worry that I have forgotten to pack something. I’m going through my suitcase near the baggage claim area in the Beijing Capital Airport, and find that I’m missing my coloring book and the accompanying set of colored pencils. Right before I wake up, I wonder where I can find replacements, or if I’ll ask my parents to mail them to me, and I pause to wonder what I’ll do without these daily necessities. (Jokes on my dream self, because I totally remembered both.)

  • A lesson in baking naan. I think that I pieced together this process from videos, since I’ve never seen it done in person. The kitchen is warm, and the naan emerges from the oven perfectly baked each time, until the table is covered and the room smells like flour. I’m nervous to try doing it myself, concerned that I will accidentally burn something.
  • West Philly breakfasts, time with family. My mom and brother and I are wandering around West Philly looking for a place that will serve breakfast. We don’t have much of an appetite, but we want somewhere to sit down. My dad is taking a long bike ride with one of my history teachers from college, and when he comes back I expect him to tell me about the history of agriculture. We eat omelets in a café I’ve never seen when awake, with colored tiles floors and enormous windows that feel like a greenhouse.
  • Flying through New York City. The airplane is taking a zigzagging route through the city, making hairpin turns to avoid the buildings. We are on level with the skyscrapers, and their large glass windows reflect the blue of the sky. It feels normal to be this low to the ground, close enough to stare into the offices and see people at work.

(If you want to interpret, please feel free. My reading: I am kind of hungry, as most of these have revolved around foods.)

These strange little vignettes have seemed so clear and precise, unlike most dreams that I tend to have. I wake up in the early mornings between 5 and 6, when the sky is still dark and I lay in bed as the sensation of dreaming fades. It leaves me feeling so warm and happy – as though I’m waking up from a nap in the presence of friends or family.

Anyway.

I’m trying to get into a fixed daily schedule. I’ve started to write out a plan for the month, and budget time every day for my thesis and to study Mandarin. I even bought a physical planner when I was in the US, since writing down tasks seems to help me stay on track better. I want to be finished with a complete draft of my thesis by the end of the month, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed and my nose in the books.

When it comes to this thesis, I feel a little bit unmoored – I have a general idea of what I want to write about, and have even begun to break it down into sections… but I don’t really know if the directions that I’m considering are academically interesting, and I don’t get a lot of feedback from advisors about the writing that I’ve been doing. This is a pretty big shift from my undergrad thesis, where I had a weekly seminar to check in with a professor about my progress, and could rely on classmates to critique the work that I was doing.

Since my current program is an interdisciplinary degree, I can’t really expect advising to be super specific to my area of research interests. I can’t remember when I last mentioned this, but I’m in the History & Archeology concentration within Yenching – it isn’t a perfect fit from what I did at Penn, but I had hoped that I would be able to connect my degree in Urban Studies with this History & Archeology concentration and talk about historic preservation in China. I tried to find ways to talk about urban development, historic buildings, etc. in the class presentations and research papers that I did last year, and I’ve now been trying to do thesis research on the history of a type of regional architecture in Guangdong. I think that it’s going well enough, but it does feel pretty foreign at times and leaves me with a sense of lingering uncertainty that I’ve been trying to work through.

Academic insecurities aside, I’m starting to make plans for the month of February. I’ll be celebrating the Lunar New Year here in Beijing, which will be a first for me. (I was in Myanmar for the Lunar New Year last year, and stayed in a hostel in Yangon’s Chinatown to get a taste of the festivities.) I’ve heard that Beijing can really empty out as people go home to visit families, and I’m expecting a lot of things to close down and get quiet in the city. I might try to see some major sites – the Forbidden City is at the top of my list – since I’ve heard that the normal crowds are fairly absent during the holidays.

My little windowsill garden of plants has been brought back in my room after staying with a plant sitter across the hall in my dormitory for most of January. I’ve been propagating a couple of succulent clippings that seem ready to transfer, and my orchid is happily blooming away. It is nice to have something small like this to tend to, and I spent a good little while yesterday looking after them.

Something that I’m really looking forward to: I’ll be dog sitting for two people who are friends of a friend over the New Year, which seems like a nice way to ring in the Year of the Dog. The pups are a chihuahua and a pug, and I’m looking forward to walking these lil cuties around their neighborhood for a change of scenery. I met the dogs and their owners this afternoon, and think that they are completely precious (the chihuahua has a personality that says she’s large and in charge despite her size, and the pug is a clueless little sweetheart that is perpetually sticking out her tongue). I think it’ll be a good week.

Finally – I just visited The Bookworm yesterday, a popular café on the other side of the city from my campus. One of the owners was installing a new television and wearing an Eagles jersey, getting ready for a Super Bowl viewing party taking place this morning. We had a bit of a chat, and it was nice to feel a bit of hometown pride even when you’re halfway around the world. I sat on edge this morning watching the game, after finding a livestream online that I could follow. I’m not the biggest football fan, but it was really nice to know that I was watching the same game as all my friends and family back home. To celebrate after the Eagles win, I found a restaurant that I could order takeaway from and got two cheesesteaks delivered to my dorm. Bless Beijing and its approximations of comfort foods.

Little goals:

  • Writing a weekly blog post. Written this one into my planner in pen – so let’s see how this one holds up. I think that I want to commit to writing once per week, and will still be trying to do some writing dedicated to family genealogy as I talked about in my last post.
  • Reading more. Brought back a handful of books (some for thesis reading, some for pleasure) from the United States. I’ve often felt underwhelmed by the English reading selections in bookstores here in Beijing, so I’m trying to get through a couple of the books that have been waiting on my shelves in Philly collecting dust.
  • Thesis thesis thesis. My current word count, as of today, is 3,500/15,000 words. I’ll try to do a weekly check-in with this when I update the rest of the blog, so please hold me accountable!

Love,
Kristen

p.s. You can follow my quest to meet the word count here:

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City of Sisterly Affection

Home has been good to me over the past month. I’ve got two weeks left here in the United States, and I’m already starting to feel that I’ll miss it when I go.

Each week, I’ve been lucky to see an assortment of folks from high school and different circles I was part of in college, as well as family members, neighbors and mentors. I’ve had meals with old roommates, sleepovers with childhood friends, coffees and bubble teas with mentees, and lots of little exchanges with folks from every area of my life. I also spent MLK Weekend in Washington, D.C. connecting with aunts, uncles, and cousins, as well as a couple of friends who have just started working in the city.

Womens March

It has been a wholesome kind of happiness to experience.

I can’t say much of my day-to-day schedule: I’m living in my childhood bedroom, sleeping in later than my parents, drinking tea (or sometimes coffee) in the mornings. During the days, I read books – some for my thesis, and some just to put a dent in the hopeful stack of paperbacks that have accumulated on my shelves over the years. I meet people in the city a couple times each week, and we catch up one-on-one about things that have been happening over the last year or two. I run errands. I watch television.

Reading Nooks

In some ways, I thought that I’d be doing more – I had imagined my return to Philly being the occasion for dinner parties with friends, and had planned a series of tentative menus to introduce people to different types of regional Chinese cuisine, and multi-course affairs involving all sorts of food I can’t find in Beijing. I imagined myself writing most of my thesis in the six weeks I was home – and while I’ve read a sizable amount of articles and books while I’ve been here, my word count continues to hover at 2,500 words, just a sixth of the required amount.

Besides this, I don’t know what I really expected.

It has been a little strange to return to America, and see my friends settling into new patterns. I arrange my times in the city around the working hours of my newly employed peers, and I get invited into homes that have begun to feel more permanent and settled than the rotating cast of off-campus houses I occupied in West Philly. Friends are getting into serious relationships, and old relationships are moving into new stages of living together, talks of engagement, and marriage.

(I’ll admit: in some ways, I feel a bit left behind.)

In other ways, though, I also feel unbelievably lucky. I’ve been thinking a lot about what my next steps are, and where I’ll be in the next year and what I might be doing. I know that a lot of what I’ve been doing in the past eighteen months can’t be easily quantified, but I am generally happy and excited to follow my interests. I think that I’ve had to think a bit while I’m at home about the trajectory that I am taking and the priorities that I have at this part of my life, and though it’s not exceptionally concrete, I’m feeling good about where I’m standing.

I’m picking up tiny hobbies while I’m home: I started doing a little bit of embroidery, I’m fiddling with linoleum block cutting, I’m knitting again in preparation for my next yarnbomb. I gave my wardrobe another round of Kon Mari treatment, and I’ve spent more time doodling in sketchbooks than I have for a while. Making things with my hands has been nice.

Anyways, all of that is kind of a rambling introduction to where I’m at & what I’ve been thinking about. For a few concrete updates for the things I’ve been doing:

  • I drove to D.C. and saw folks. Haven’t been behind the wheel for a long drive like that in a while, and it was sort of therapeutic to be behind the wheel & listening as radio stations drifted in and out of focus. A little highlight of this trip (besides seeing family & friends, of course!) was getting tickets to the National Museum of African American History and Culture. Have a feeling that this is going to be one of my favorite museums in D.C. from here on out – looking forward to returning next time I’m stateside in order to see the rest of the collections.
  • I went to the Women’s March in Philadelphia. I participated in the march this year – I was abroad when it happened last time, but it was a great pleasure to be on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway this year and to see all of the energy. I think that I’ve got some complicated feelings about this event (performative activism, inclusivity of minority groups, my role as a citizen but no longer a resident, etc.) but I also felt a lot of joy to be showing up with friends in a city that I love.

Andrew and Raff

  • I talked with some family members in-depth about some of the research that I had done into family genealogy. Talking with my cousin Katherine and my Aunt Becky made me think about how my academic interests in Chinese American immigration history connects to the family narrative, and how much that has helped me understand some of the primary documents that we have access to. I’m trying now to work some of these archival finds into my research, and write a timeline for my family members on this blog that contextualizes our family narrative within the broader history of Chinese people in the United States.
  • I’ve been doing a little bit more cooking. I thought that I’d be in the kitchen much more frequently, but I suppose that I’ve been keeping myself busy with other things. Still, I’ve managed to do a little bit of baking and made a few meals. Some photos will make their way onto the blog I hope, but for others (like some ill-fated matcha sandwich cookies that my mother disapproved of!) will have to be left to your imagination.

Anyway, that’s all for me for the moment. Time is getting shorter here – which feels strange indeed! I’m going to be back to the US soon for a wedding in the springtime, so I know that the minor jitters that I’m feeling about leaving family and returning to China are just a bit silly. I’ll be trying to sneak in one more blog post before I go – but if I don’t, I’ll write to you from Beijing!

Lots of love,

Kristen

Dumplings for Dongzhi

Dongzhi (冬至) is a Chinese festival for the winter solstice – a celebration that I never knew about before last year! My roommate explained that it’s customary to eat dumplings on the holiday to keep your ears warm during the cold months. Make sure that you eat an even number though – otherwise one of your ears might freeze off. 🙂

I arrived back in the States on the 20th, and was a little too spent to jump right into cooking mode the day after. (Plus, my mom has been monopolizing the kitchen with some delicious Christmas cooking… not that I can really complain.) I did, however, pick up half the ingredients on the 21st so it’s almost the same, right? I ended up mixing two different kinds of filling: a pork and mushroom filling, and a vegetarian friendly filling using mushrooms and cabbage.

Making fillings for dumplings isn’t really an exact science – which is great when you just want to get rid of whatever is hanging around in your fridge. I didn’t do a lot of measuring when throwing things into the mixing bowls, but if you’re interested in cooking some of your own, you can use the following as a guideline for your own recipes.

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Vegetarian Mushroom Dumplings:

  • 1 cup oyster mushrooms, diced (fresh or dried are both fine!)
  • 1 cup enoki mushrooms, diced (also known as golden needle mushrooms, or金针菇)
  • 1.5 cups shredded cabbage
  • 3 scallions, chopped
  • 1 carrot, grated
  • 3 cloves of garlic, diced
  • 1 inch ginger, diced
  • 3 tablespoons sesame oil
  • 2 tablespoons soy sauce
  • 1/4th teaspoon cornstarch
  • 1 package of dumpling wrappers

Step One: If using dried oyster mushrooms, rehydrate 20+ minutes before preparing other ingredients with boiling water. Dried oyster mushrooms are great because they will last indefinitely, and have a stronger flavor than fresh mushrooms – packages of dried mushrooms should be available at any Chinese grocery store. Once rehydrated, or if using fresh mushrooms, dice finely and combine with diced enoki mushrooms.

Step Two: Grate carrot and add to shredded cabbage. Chop Scallions, garlic, and ginger. An easy shortcut in this step is using coleslaw mix in lieu of unshredded cabbage.

Step Three: Add 1 tablespoon of sesame oil to a wok or frying pan. Once oil is heated, throw in garlic and ginger. Once it becomes aromatic, add carrot/cabbage mixture, and then oyster/enoki mushrooms. These ingredients will reduce while in the pan, so don’t worry if it looks like it’ll make a lot of filling! If there is excessive liquid, drain and continue cooking. Add remaining sesame oil and soy sauce.

Step Four: Drain some excess liquid and put filling into a container. Mix well while adding 1/4th teaspoon of cornstarch to help the filling stick together. Refrigerate for 1 hour and then it’s ready to be cooked!

Pork and Mushroom Dumplings:

  • ½ lb ground pork
  • 1 cup enoki mushrooms, diced
  • ½ cup
  • 1 grated carrot
  • 2 scallions, chopped
  • 2 cloves garlic, diced
  • 1 tablespoon rice wine
  • 1 tablespoon oyster sauce
  • I tablespoon soy sauce
  • 1 tablespoon sesame oil
  • 1 package of dumpling wrappers

Step One: Prepare oyster mushrooms following same instructions as step one for vegetarian mushroom dumplings, dice, and combine with diced enoki mushrooms. (You caught me – I had leftover vegetables after I made the vegetarian filling and just threw them into this recipe!) Grate carrot and add to mushroom mixture.

Step Two: Add one tablespoon of sesame oil to wok or frying pan. Add diced garlic, and then add vegetables. Allow vegetables to reduce, drain excess liquid, and then set aside.

Step Three: In separate container, combine ground pork with vegetable combination. Add chopped scallions, rice wine, oyster sauce, and soy sauce. Mix well, and refrigerate for 1 hour or more. (If possible, refrigerate overnight to allow flavors to set in!)

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I’m all about taking shortcuts, so I only hand-pleated a couple before I switched to using a dumpling press to knock out the rest of these two batches. My mom has been reminding me just how good I have it – telling me how when she was my age, she couldn’t buy ground pork in store and she would have to take a cleaver to make her own. She also reminds me that shops wouldn’t stock premade dumpling wrappers, so she also had to make her own dough and use a tortilla press to DIY wrappers at home. Goodness gracious!

Dumplings are great when eaten fresh, and also keep well frozen. To save for later, put dumplings flat onto a baking tray and freeze before putting into a plastic bag. When you’re ready to cook them, they can be boiled, steamed, or fried. Very durable!

I’m bringing these to a housewarming party this evening, and thinking of making up a second batch when I go to see friends in New York City and D.C. later in January! It was really nice to have some time in a kitchen, and I’m starting to think about what I’ll be doing for Lunar New Year this February.

I’ll be returning to Beijing at the very end of January, and don’t want to spend the Spring Festival alone and without good food! So I’ve started to think about finding an airbnb with a decent kitchen that I could rent for the day with some friends, and then make a big meal together as a group. 🙂

Anyways, that’s it for now! Looking forward to sharing other updates of what I’m cooking throughout the month, and hoping that I become a little bit better with photographing food!

Lots of love,

Kristen

Chasing Typhoons

Here’s my belated reflections about my trip to Japan this October! I’ve been sitting on this one, slowly writing up & sorting through the photos needed to complete this post. Decided it was finally time to send it out into the world – thanks for the patience, dear readers (AKA shout-out to Mom & Dad for being my only readers). 🙂

I spent almost two weeks traveling in Japan – moving between Osaka, Nara, Kyoto, and Tokyo. I think that this trip has taught me a lot, though the lessons that it gave weren’t always easy to learn. To put it simply: I didn’t expect to be challenged by this trip – but I think that it’s fair to say that my short time in Japan felt incredibly turbulent. The highs were high and the lows were low – and the rapid swings between the two left me feeling disoriented during my first few days in the country.

I left Beijing on the afternoon of October 20th with Hannah, one of my closest friends at Yenching Academy. We traveled first by train to Tianjin, a city close to Beijing – and then caught a flight to Osaka. Off the bat, we realized a couple of things about Japan: toilets here are miraculously high tech, convenience stores are beautiful places, and taxis are very expensive.

Our first full day was spent in Osaka and Nara. Our hotel was not far from Tsūtenkaku, and we took some time to explore the area and do some souvenir shopping. We were both charmed and confused by the “Biliken” statues that were put out on display – tiny impish figures labeled as the “God of things as they ought to be”. The gold figurine was an American invention (labeled in some shops around Osaka as an American God) that had migrated to Japan in the 40s and stuck, even while it lost traction as a cultural icon in the United States. Certainly a strange fusion of Americana in Japan.

Neither of us had checked the weather forecasts before arriving in Japan, so we learned the hard way that we had come to Osaka just in time for Typhoon Lan. We both ended up buying umbrellas on our first day in Osaka, and I went through three umbrellas during the twelve days I was in the country.

Nara

Nara was incredibly beautiful. Though we only spent an afternoon here, I can easily imagine passing a week or more just wandering around and seeing the sights. The city was briefly the capital of Japan in the eighth century, and is home to some remarkable temples and shrines that have been recognized with UNESCO World Heritage status. Nara is also famous for its deer, which were once considered sacred and today are protected as national treasures. (One look at these doe-eyed cuties will make you want to protect them too, I promise.) After spending centuries in close proximity to humans, the wildlife has grown accustomed to the presence of people. You can buy special biscuits to feed the deer in shops scattered through the park, and Hannah and I definitely took advantage of the opportunity. Some of these deer did get a little bit pushy, and were quick to follow folks who were carrying food on them. Confession: I may or may not have gotten bit on the butt by a sacred deer. 😉

Deer nibbles aside, I really loved Nara a lot. It’s outrageously beautiful, and though we were in the middle of a storm when the rain let up it felt quite peaceful. I’d really love to come back here with clear skies to continue walking around Nara Park – though I have to admit, there was something magical about walking around so many shrines shrouded in soft mist.

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After Nara, we spent two days in Kyoto. Kyoto served as the imperial capital for a thousand years of Japan’s history, and like Nara there are a number of historic shrines and temples to visit. I also had a chance to meet up with Johnny – one of my friends from Bai Xian (the summer program I did in Taiwan this year). Johnny is a Hong Kong native now studying at Kyoto Univeristy, and we met up for dinner on both nights that Hannah and I were in the city.

Highlights of Kyoto included a quirky tour of Kyoto University’s campus on bicycle, a super relaxing evening in a Japanese bathhouse, and a walk around Fushimi Inari-taisha. Our meandering walks around the city (a euphemistic way of saying: “we were lost and cell coverage wasn’t great”) also led us to stumble across the Goo Shrine – a site devoted to boars, and foot & ankle injuries. This modestly sized shrine had a large collection of pig figurines, and most of the plot of land was dedicated to a parking lot. I can’t say that this is a Kyoto MUST SEE, but there was something charming and goofy about it all the same.

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From Kyoto, we took a night bus to Tokyo. It was the most comfortable sleep of my life, but for travel on a budget it definitely wasn’t bad. In Tokyo, we explored quite a few places: we went people watching in Harajuku, crossed the world’s busiest intersection at Shibuya crossing, and took in the sights & smells of the famous Tsukiji Fish Market.

While in Tokyo, we stayed in a capsule hotel. Though the accommodations weren’t the most comfortable, it was nice to finally be in the same place for several consecutive days and not worry about checking out early each morning. I think a lot of the stress that I felt about traveling in Japan came from the sense of constant motion.

I got a chance to connect with a few more friends from BXAI during a reunion dinner, and a couple more times again during the week. It was really nice to meet up with everyone, and it makes me feel even more thankful for the opportunity that Bai Xian offered to get to know peers in institutions around Asia.

I got a chance to spend time with my friends Zaiwei, Shoutaro, and Gaan after the big group dinner, and I can’t begin to say how happy I am to have some locally savvy guides to show us the sights. Shoutaro brought Hannah and I to an observation deck at the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, where we got to see our first view of Mount Fuji – a really breathtaking sight that showed the immensity of the sprawling metropolis that is Tokyo.

Hannah returned to Beijing a few days before I did, as she had to head back to language classes at the start of the week. I spent a lot of time with my friend Zaiwei after Hannah had left, and we went together to the Tokyo Skytree, and to Yokohama for the Cup Noodle Museum. I love these kinds of quirky museums (the kimchi museum in Seoul was another favorite find while traveling!) and had a blast walking around, watching the introductory documentary about the invention of instant ramen, and sampling more than my fair share of noodles. This little noodle head also designed a Cup Noodle concoction of her very own!

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My last full day in Tokyo was Halloween night, and Shoutaro, Zaiwei, Gaan, and I all went to Shibuya Crossing to see the enormous Halloween gathering there. (Most notable costume award has to go to the five men in full-body Spiderman suits, also wearing Sailor Moon school uniforms on top of the skin-tight spandex. Spider-Moon?) We all grabbed a drink at a bar on the other side of the station before catching the last subway back to the area where I was staying. 🙂 I’m really happy to have been able to end my time in Tokyo on such a high note, since the beginning was rocky and more than a little confusing.

There are a few short takeaways that I have from all of this:

  • Plan in advance: This trip would have encountered fewer roadblocks if I had planned details further in advance. This really surprised me, since most of the countries I’ve been to in Asia over the past year didn’t need me to have a very set itinerary. I like this sort of unscheduled time, as this flexibility has allowed me to make more spontaneous travel decisions, and see some really remarkable sides of the cities that I was living in. I think that in Japan (and especially Tokyo) it’s much harder to be so flexible. I ended up jumping around several hotels, and needed to figure out transportation in advance since I couldn’t depend on my phone for data.
  • Communication isn’t easy: Though there are many English language resources about Japan, and a lot of the signage around the city is written with dual Japanese/English translations, I was surprised by how much of a language (and sometimes cultural) barrier I felt. It certainly doesn’t help that almost everything I know about Japan was acquired during my anime/manga otaku phase in middle school, or from an interest in Japanese woodblock prints…
  • I’m thankful for friends: It was amazing to have a network of friends across Japan to depend on while visiting different cities. Getting recommendations for restaurants to visit and sites to see was wonderful, and having companionship to make these visits was even better. 🙂 I’m also really glad that I was able to make this trip with Hannah, and that she was patient with me when I was anxious, and listened to me when I needed to vent my frustrations.
  • Appreciate wabi-sabi: Wabi-Sabi accepts imperfections, wabi-sabi recognizes beauty, wabi-sabi appreciates incompletion. The phrase has a lot of roots in Japanese zen philosophy, and was not something I embodied well during the emotionally low sections of this trip. While I try my best to focus on the positives, I think that I need to get better at seeing negatives as natural parts of any experience, rather than allowing them to become roadblocks that escalate into insurmountable barriers.

I’d really love to return to Japan, especially since I feel that there is so much left to see. In the future, I’d love to see Nara in the springtime or in the summer, and it would be incredible to visit the parks in Tokyo when the autumnal hues have come out in full force. There’s also an island called Ōkunoshima that is populated by very friendly rabbits, and the opportunity to snuggle bunnies would be a dream come true. I am sure I’ll have the opportunity someday in the future – though whether it’s next year, a decade from now, or as a retirement trip, I really can’t say. I can say that I’m looking forward to it, whenever it may be.

Until then, looking forward to updating about my next adventure!

Kristen

Enchanting England

I spent 10 days in England – splitting my time between the bustle of London life and scenic wanderings around Oxford.

It’s something of an unexpected journey – most of my travel in the past year has taken me around Asia, so traveling to Europe does feel a bit out of left field. Still, I had time on my hands (what else is new?) and I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to see friends who are currently working and studying in the city. I also got to meet up with some faculty in Master’s programs I am thinking of applying to for the coming year.

Since I might not have gotten a chance to talk too much about this – I’m thinking of pursuing further education in England following my time in China, with the intent of returning to a more specific urbanism/built environment focus to my studies. Yenching has been an amazing opportunity to live in China and explore the country, but I’m realizing that I would really love to return to the kind of focused academic environment that Penn’s Urban Studies program provided for me.

While pursuing further education right now would be a dream come true, there are a lot of things I’d have to consider logistically (such as finishing my applications, getting accepted, funding the program, etc.), so school searching now was a way of me exploring one of several (equally exciting!) possibilities for things that I’d like to do in the coming year. A few other options that I am weighing would include staying in China or going to Taiwan for further Mandarin language study, or maybe searching for full-time jobs in Beijing to get some interesting work experience abroad!

Anyways, I won’t bore you with the details as I try to sort out the year ahead of me (after all – so much is in flux that it does me little good to write it all down and be forced to commit to it!), and will instead focus a little bit more on my most recent journey. 🙂 

I haven’t been to the United Kingdom since 2014. The last time I was in England was the summer between my sophomore and junior year at Penn, when I was studying at the Pembroke Kings College Program at Cambridge University. It was one of the first times I had traveled independently, and I think that I caught a bit of my travel bug because of this experience. During the summer that I was abroad, I collected passport stamps from England, Germany, Italy, Scotland, France, and Ireland – and during each of these trips, I got to spend time with friends and extended family and make some really beautiful memories.

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Formal Halls at Cambridge, 2014

Something that I really love about return visits is that the novelty of a place begins to wear off a little bit, and you start to see different aspects of daily life. In my first trip, I walked everywhere I could in order to see all the major landmarks in London, and took countless photos of monuments and museums. This time around, my trip was as much about people as it was about places. I got a chance to see friends that I’ve met in the past few years, and watch them in a very settled life: lighting fireplaces in a living room, preparing dinner in the warm kitchen of a small apartment, catching a coffee at a favorite café. I have some versions of these same things in my life in Beijing – though I will say, I do find myself missing some of the coziness I got to experience for the past week.

Friends and family know that I really love the holiday season – and it should come as no great surprise, given that I have a terrible sentimental streak that makes me tear up at Christmas movies and bake cookies like there’s no tomorrow. It was enchanting to see England dressing up in preparation for Christmas – it seemed like everywhere you went, you could look at beautiful storefront displays and Christmas trees set up in courtyards and in parks.

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It’d be exhausting to list everything I did, but I wanted to jot down some highlights to share:

1. I got to see friends from Yenching.

The world is a big and beautiful place. I’m really thankful that I’ve gotten to spent the past year and a half as part of the Yenching Academy community – and I’m starting to realize how this community will follow me beyond my time at Peking University. During this trip, I met up with friends to grab meals between classes, got people to sneak away from work for coffee breaks, and shared freshly baked homemade Chinese desserts with my old roommate.

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The students at Yenching represent 40+ countries, and many continue to travel and pursue other opportunities beyond their home countries after graduation. It’s exciting to feel that anywhere I go in the world, I’ll be able to run into one of my old classmates and see a familiar face

2. I got to go to a Quaker Meeting House.

In London, I dropped into a Quaker Meeting House just to walk around, and I ended up buying a few books in the shop/café that was connected to the Meeting House Center. When chatting with the cashier, he noticed I was American and asked me where I was from – I replied I was a Philly native, and he said “From Pennsylvania, very Quaker.”

It felt really good to be temporarily recognized like this. Maybe it has something to do with the mutual understanding of the existence of our community – after all, most of the time when I talk about Quakerism, I have to reference the Quaker Oats brand in order to be understood. The Society of Friends is not officially recognized in China, and I haven’t found a substitute for Meeting while I’ve been here (though my meditation retreat did give me some food for thought).

Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about my Quaker community back at home, and feeling a sort of yearning attached to it. There’s a definite comfort that is hard to replicate about sitting in silence with others.

3. Eating my way through London Fields.

I took a trip to London Fields for their Saturday Market, and ate more than my fair share of food. Good coffee, a platter of Nigerian curry, a second platter of jerk chicken, a pot of tea, freshly toasted bread slathered in butter and jam… thankfully, I had some help polishing all of it off, or else I might have been flagged at the airport as overweight baggage. 😛

I really like the vibes of busy outdoor markets like this. There are some modest weekly farmers markets back in Philly that I visit, but I think that the atmosphere in London Fields felt more like the seasonal festivals held along Germantown Avenue – it’s a cheerful sort of big energy! It’s quaint to imagine a life that would involve making weekly trips out to open-air markets for produce and having a regular rapport with the food vendors.

4. I went ice-skating!

I haven’t put on skates for years. So much for my childhood aspirations to become the next Michelle Kwon, right? I used to skate every weekend, and took lessons for many of the winters in my childhood. It felt really good to be back on ice, and to be on a really beautiful open-air rink around me.

I went to the rink at Somerset House, which was co-sponsored by the department store Fortnum and Mason. You had to buy tickets in advance, and I booked a 10 AM slot – the first of the day. There were only a handful of other people on the rink, and the ice was pristine. The only downside: no toe picks on the skates! A lesson I learned after two major belly flops. (It’s now a week later, and I still have the ghosts of bruises on my knees).

5. Familiarity. 

I didn’t take many photos during this trip. (Something that I’m noticing now as I try to add pictures to make this post more exciting!) I didn’t feel the need to document everything so thoroughly, since I wasn’t doing a lot of exciting things – but I was doing a lot of exciting thinking!

Some things that jumped out at me: the ease of navigating the city, the comfort of shared language, and an overall sense of familiarity. I drew some comparisons with my life in China – where I’m often out of my depth when it comes to Mandarin, and the language barriers can make even simple tasks much more complicated. Complexity isn’t bad though, and I do really love some of the challenges that I encounter in Beijing.

I thought quite a bit about living abroad, and the different skills I’ve learned and the new ways that I’ve been able to look at the world. I came out of this trip with a renewed desire to improve my Chinese – something that I hope will carry on into the New Year and help me make a dent in the language barriers that I face in Beijing. I’m also trying to spend more time thinking about the future, and contemplating what long-term happiness looks like with the various trajectories I might take in my academic/professional pursuits.

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The view from the Tate Modern close to sunset – featuring St. Paul’s Cathedral, the Millennium Bridge, and some goober who got in the way of the skyline.  

Anyway, I’m going to wrap this up and talk about some of the next steps I’m going to be taking in the coming weeks!

  • I have a belated blog post to finish about my trip to Japan last month! I’ve been meaning to share this, but have gotten caught up with a few other things that have kept me from focusing. I’m going to write a bit more about it and publish it soon! It has a few pictures that I like that I’d love to share.
  • Working on the thesis – slowly but surely! I started to make some progress with the introduction to my paper, and I’m digging into some cool academic articles and books about my topic. I’m having a lot of fun learning more about history, built heritage, and memory. Have a lot still to untangle with the theoretical background, but it’s an exciting project to play with!
  • Sorting through photographs! I tend to take a lot of pictures, and I’ve recently purchased an external hard-drive so that I can keep my collections in order. It has helped me realize that I have a lot of digital clutter from the past couple of years, so I’ve been sorting through old photographs and deleting a lot of unnecessary files. It’s quite a trip down memory lane, and I’m hoping that it leaves me with a more curated collection of pictures that I can better appreciate. I might be posting some belated photos from the last year to facebook, or messaging them to friends!
  • Finally, I’m preparing to return home! I’ve booked my flight back to the States for the winter! I’m going to be back in the US for about 6 weeks this time (looking forward to some quality time with friends & family, as my last trip was only 2 weeks long!) and can’t wait to celebrate Christmas!

Lots of love,

Kristen

Getting to know Ningxia

One of the things I love about this year is how many opportunities it is giving me to explore Asia. This second year of my degree is a time for me to conduct research and write my master’s thesis – a task that I am (slowly, but surely!) working towards. For the most part, however, this research and writing is being done on the road – as I’ve started to take advantage of travel opportunities and go beyond Beijing to understand more of the country that I’m starting to call home.

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In a bit of a spur-of-the-moment decision, I decided this week to travel to Ningxia. Ningxia, or more fully, Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region, is a northwestern region bordered by Inner Mongolia, Gansu, and Shaanxi. I hadn’t heard much about Ningxia before I started making travel plans, so I was excited to read up on the local history and culture. Though the geeky side of me wants to share everything that I’ve found, the travel blogger in me realizes that I’m probably not going to keep your attention if I spend too much time talking about the policies behind how Ningxia became recognized as an Autonomous Region, or about the trajectory of Islam in China and how Hui culture and identity was developed within the Mainland over the past eight centuries. 😉

Maybe I’ll save some of those thoughts for a future blog post, or even an academic essay… Instead of boring you with those details, I’ll jump straight into the travel and tell you about what I got to see in the past week and what I’d recommend to other travelers coming to Ningxia on their own!

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My trip was made possible by Tong Cheng (同程旅游); a group that is working in collaboration with local tourism initiatives to promote international tourism in Ningxia. Tong Cheng covered my expenses to make the journey from Beijing, handled all of our travel logistics, and brought us to some of the best sites in Ningxia. I could hardly pass up the opportunity to have such an adventure. 🙂 The past week has been a whirlwind tour, so I figured I’d just share some of my favorite places and favorite photos with all of you.

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The Hui Culture Park was the first destination for this trip. It is, without a doubt, a really interesting and complicated place. (I’d love to learn more about The Culture Park, and perhaps write an entire essay on its development.) The site was opened in 2005, and has been awarded AAAA Tourism Ranking, though many sections of the park are still under construction. It is intended to put Hui culture on display, and share the group’s cultural traditions with the world.

Our group was shuffled into a small building to see a short performance that included song and dance. The space was cozy – no larger than my dining room – and the twenty-person audience took up the second half of the room. Our group made up the plurality of the crowd, with some folks clustered together on wooden benches while others stood to take photographs. There was no elevated stage, but the performers held a captive audience as they sang long throaty ballads, or danced in upbeat numbers. The sequins on the performers clothing – colorful renditions of traditional Hui costume – threw golden light onto the walls as the women spun in circles.

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I walked around several buildings within the complex, including an enormous mosque. While we were there, a guide led gave a lecture to another travel group about the site and Muslim history. Since the talk was exclusively in Mandarin, I couldn’t follow everything that was said – but I was kept captivated by the colorful interior of the building. The architecture was an interesting fusion of Chinese and Islamic styles, and seemed to be a favorite part of the site among Chinese and international visitors alike! Many people took photographs of the tessellating tiles, and I craned my neck to look at the golden dome at the center of the building. While we were inside, a Hui couple even came with a professional photographer to take a series of engagement photos!

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China Western Film Studio

We started our second day with a visit to the China Western Film Studio. It was a little cold in the morning, but I warmed up quickly while walking around… though the cup of hot milk tea I kept in my hands definitely helped! 😉 Many Chinese films have used the film studio as a backdrop to their scenes: fans of “Red Sorghum” might recognize some familiar places!

I haven’t seen the films that have come out of this studio space – but will add these movies to a list to watch when I get the time! I think it will be fun to see the classics, now knowing that I’ve walked in the same streets. Despite not having seen these movies yet, I had a really good time. Signs around the complex showed movie scenes in the exact places they were made, which made it easy to get caught up in the excitement and imagine bustling film crews and popular movie stars.

While I loved wandering around the various studios and looking around, my favorite part of this visit was watching other visitors jumping into the sets and acting out scenes of their own. There’s something really funny about the stark contrast that this set-up creates: the playfulness of adults, set against a backdrop of historic scenery.

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In one case, I got to see a group of women jump into a line of angry looking mannequins, who seemed to be queuing to issue complaints to a local magistrate. Each mannequin figure was dressed in old-styled robes, with muted blue colors that have continued to fade with time since the studio installed them. The group of Chinese tourists that jumped into the scene was dressed in electric colored sportswear – which really made them stand out when compared to the dusty scene around them. One woman shouted “快一点儿!” (Kuai yidianr! Go faster!) with a smile that betrayed her mock outrage, as she pretended to shake her fist at the plaster and papier-mâché figurines around her.

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One section of the park was styled after a Republican Era city: complete with old style advertisements pasted to the walls, and little shops selling mock-vintage trinkets. This was the liveliest section of the studio that I saw: a number of food vendors set-up street stalls, and more people seemed to be milling around and taking photographs. Here’s one photo I snapped of a woman barking out commands to a line of mannequin soldiers. Her traveling group, a large collection of middle-aged women, laughed loudly in the background.

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Our group arrived just in time to see the 4:30 pm showing of the 烽火西夏 (Flames of War of the Western Xia Dynasty) play. We didn’t see much of the complex here before making our way to the arena, but I’m glad that we didn’t miss a moment of the performance. Riders on horseback showed off a variety of tricks – jumping on and off their mounts, pulling off handstands, and looping around the enclosure to show off for the audience. After the actors had given this brief introduction, the show was ready to begin.

I’ll admit, this was a slightly confusing plot for me to follow. The troupe divided into two groups at opposite ends of the theater, and began battling one another. Narration was blasted over loudspeakers, including dialogue and dramatic sound effects as the actors crossed swords. Surprisingly enough, the language classes I’ve taken thus far have not prepared me to follow battlefield vocabulary, so I had to rely on the rest of my group to help piece the narrative together. As I understand it, the story described the fall of the historic Western Xia Dynasty (which occupied the Ningxia area and ruled from 1038-1227) to the Mongol Empire.

Though I am a History & Archeology concentration, even I can find medieval history to be a little bit boring at times… however, if every reading I had to do was presented like this, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have the same opinion! Despite not understanding everything word-for-word, the show was awesome to watch and something I’d recommend to anyone who comes to Ningxia!

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Shahu – Sand Lake

My last day in Ningxia was spent at Shahu. Shahu, or “Sand Lake” is an enormous area with natural wetlands and wildlife, as well as a rolling desert with tons of things to see and activities to do. The park covers more than 80 square kilometers (about 31 square miles) of land and lakes.

When we arrived in the morning, the entire area was covered in a thick cloud of mist. Visibility was low, so we stopped for an early lunch at a restaurant across from the entrance as we waited for the sun to dissipate some of the fog. Though I was skeptical that the skies would clear, by noon the visibility improved and entire area was transformed completely! 🙂

We rode in several speedboats to cross the eponymous lake, which wove in between the tall reeds and gave us an exhilarating tour of the wetlands. Once we reached the sandy shores, we got to do a bit of bird watching and then a number of recreational activities. I’ll admit – I’ve seen some of these same activities in other places that I’ve been to, but I’ve never taken advantage of them. That all changed at Shahu, where in a single day, I got to ride a camel, sled down a sand dune, parasail, and hop into a miniature tethered hot-air balloon. (Seriously, this was a chance to cross off a half-dozen things on my bucket list!)

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A picture can say a thousand words, so I’ve shared some photos instead of writing everything down. Though you might be able to find these same activities elsewhere, if you find yourself in Ningxia and just want to have a fun-filled day, I’d really recommend it. 🙂

I could keep talking about Ningxia for a long time – and I’m sure that for some friends, I’ll be sharing stories, photos, and food in person soon! (My backpack is heavy with dried locally grown goji berries!) This post has been easy to write, in part because I’ve been able to include so many beautiful pictures that the official photographer had taken while we were traveling! I’ll spare you some of the promotional group photos from this trip, but I’ll share a photo of our cozy hot-pot dinner on our last day to give you a sense of the warm-hearted treatment we got.

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As a bonus, I’ll even throw in the goofy photo that they used for our introductions.

(Ai-ya! Hopefully that ID picture won’t come back to haunt me later in life.)

Up next… I’m off to Japan! I’ll save some of the details of that trip for when I make my next post – but I’ll be excited to share my thoughts and photos from Osaka, Kyoto, and Tokyo with each of you. ❤

Lots of love,

Kristen

What I’ve been Chengdu-ing

I’m wrapping up a trip to Sichuan Province, where I got a chance to spend some time in Chengdu and Emeishan. Chengdu is particularly famous for its pandas, and Emeishan (while less well-known) is a site of special Buddhist significance. Like the other mountains I’ve visited in the past year, Emeishan is sacred in Chinese Buddhist tradition and is also a recognized national park & UNESCO World Heritage Site. This was my first time traveling to Sichuan, though I hope it won’t be my last! I found this trip to be incredibly lovely, and I’d look forward to coming back and seeing other parts of the province.

I did my best imitation of a panda during my time in Chengdu – lazing around most of the time, and breaking up the day by eating meals and desserts. My diet here has, thankfully, been more varied than the panda’s standard bamboo fare. I’ve gotten to eat some delicious food and drinks at a number of restaurants and teahouses, which have included mouth numbing spicy hot-pot, mind-blowingly good dan dan noodles, the mild flavors of Tibetan yak-milk tea, and the sticky sweetness of a enormous bowls of bing fen dessert.

Though Sichuan food back in the States often gets simplified to hot & numbing spice of Sichuan pepper, there’s a lot of diversity I’ve been able to see in the past week that I hadn’t known about before. I did still really enjoy going to a local spice market, where I got to see spices being measured and sold in massive quantities. (p.s. James, look out for a package of peppercorn coming your way!)

I was really excited to get the chance to see pandas on this trip. The soft and cuddly power of panda diplomacy has definitely proven itself effective in my case. I loved watching the pandas at the Washington Zoo grow up, and recently came across a funny article that talked about the process of moving American born pandas back to China. Two panda cubs that were raised in the U.S. were repatriated to China in 2016, and experienced culture shock when coming to the Chengdu Research Base of Giant Panda Breeding, as they had to adjust to Chinese language and Chinese panda food. I empathize with these pandas in more ways than I can count.

Seeing the pandas was definitely one of the highlights of my trip. Back at home, the panda enclosures at the zoo are quite large and you never really get a chance to see them up close and personal. The Chengdu Panda Base is home to a number of cubs and fully-grown pandas that you can gawk at. It was, in a word, panda-monium. I have to thank my Aunt Joy for helping make this visit happen! I was almost discouraged from going when I learned you could no longer hold pandas for photos (I know, I know, I’m a complete tourist!) but I’m so glad that I went! Unfortunately, I don’t have too many pictures of myself with the pandas themselves, but here’s a photo with a blurry bamboo-eating blob in the background to prove that I went. 🙂

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The second part of my trip revolved around going to Emeishan (峨眉山). I’ve spoken in other posts about my experiences of going to Wutaishan and Putuoshan. There are four sacred Buddhist mountains in China, and each mountain has a connection to a specific bodhisattva that holds significance in the Mahayana Buddhist tradition. Emeishan is another of these sacred mountains, and is worshipped as the bodhimanda (place of enlightenment) of Samantabhadra bodhisattva. The last of these mountains, Jiuhuashan, is on my list of places I have to visit before I leave China!

I took the gaotie (high speed rail) to go from Chengdu to Emeishan. The trip is about 150 km, and took a little more than an hour. I spent one night in a cozy hotel before I departed for the mountain the following morning – I brought a small bag with me, which included my basic essentials (passport, wallet, camera, change of clothes) and left the rest of the bag with the hotel to retrieve when I came back.

And then I walked.

A lot.

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For reference’s sake, I’m including a photo of one of the maps to the park. You can zoom in to read it more carefully & follow the route I took along the trail if you’d like. If it helps you navigate/get a sense of place: I began in Emeishan City, and entered the park at the place on the far-left of the picture marked 天下名山. From there, I went along the route to the left, and then walked up the mountain.

If I follow the measurements laid out on the trail markers, I walked about 20 kilometers within the park on the first day. I saw Baoguo Temple, Fuhu Temple, Leiyin Temple, Chunyang Hall, Shenshui Tower, Zhongfeng Temple, and Guangfu Temple. There were, at times, flat roads for car traffic that connected the scattered villages that surrounded some of these temples, and I saw a few motorcycles pass carrying people that had grown tired of walking. For the most part though, I wandered around on meandering footpaths with countless stone stairs, and I didn’t encounter all too many people.

I called it a day when I reached Qingying Pavilion, as it was starting to rain and grow dark. I took a room at the monastery for the night. Technically, foreigners aren’t allowed to stay in monasteries overnight – and I have heard of people who were turned away from monasteries and needed to find alternative accommodations on the mountain! Thankfully, this wasn’t a problem for me and I was able to take a bed in a basic room for 40 RMB. There were 4 beds in the room, and if it had been peak tourism season/a Buddhist holiday, I would have likely shared with other women travelers. I think that I was the only female overnight guest (not including the laypeople who were accruing merit by living in the monastery longer-term and volunteering in the kitchens), so I got the room to myself for the night.

I woke up early to the sound of a morning gong, and left the monastery by 7:30 to start walking. Qingyin Pavilion is located at a fork in the path, and I took the leftmost route to walk towards the Natural Ecology Monkey Zone. Emeishan is known for the Tibetan macaques that live n the forests, which have gained a reputation for being “流氓” – or hooligans. These monkeys are incredibly clever, and have gradually lost fear of people… this means that you have to be wary when they approach if you’re carrying snacks in your hands or bag, as they might try to grab it from you!

I wasn’t carrying food with me, which might explain why I didn’t see any monkeys between Qingyin Pavilion and Hongchun Ping. (As far as critters go, I did see a toad that was bigger than my hand, and some really massive snails. I’ll spare you the slimy photos, but they made me laugh when I saw them.) Despite not seeing the monkeys, the walk was really beautiful and took me pretty far uphill where I could see the mountain fading into the clouds both above and below me.

I kept walking for a while after passing the temple, but decided that I’d return the way that I came instead of continuing onwards to Xianfeng Temple. On this stretch of the mountain, it seemed like the walking path was the only way to travel, and the sites were becoming more and more spread out with 10+ kilometers between them. Because I wanted to make it to the mountain’s peak and the temple at the Golden Summit, I retraced my steps back to monastery where I spent the previous night.

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What I like about nature, and about Buddhism, is that it offers rare opportunities to be alone with your thoughts. Hiking through Emeishan was an extended period of walking meditation, which let me focus on thinking simply and breathing deeply. Over the past few days, I’ve been struck by this feeling of connectedness – an all-encompassing sort of compassion that extends beyond my body and into the world around me.

I know, I know. I sound pretty crunchy-granola right about now. But this has been the first time that I’ve been revisiting some Buddhist thought since my retreat this summer, and the time has allowed some of these ideas to precipitate into stronger sentiments than I originally felt when leaving the monastery. It doesn’t hurt that I was surrounded by all sides with the enormous quiet of the forests and mountains – a majestic kind of lush greenery I didn’t fully expect. I don’t think that I can easily put it into words – but I felt moments of real awe when I was walking around on that second morning. I want to say that it puts into perspective the bigness and smallness of the world – there was something equally exquisite about being dwarfed by the mountaintops dissolving into clouds, and admiring the veiny variegation on the petals of a flower left as an offering on the lap of a statue.

This kind of experience leaves me feeling a humbling gladness, and I am thankful to be alive.

Now, I know that most of my family & friends aren’t here to read me waxing poetic about my place in the universe, so I have to thank you for sticking with me. I’ll carry on with the rest of my Emeishan adventure, which (I hope) will hold your attention since it does pick up the pace quite a bit.

When I came back to Qingyin Pavilion, I walked towards Wuxiangang in hopes of catching a bus that could take me up the rest of the mountain. Though I enjoy walking, the Golden Summit stands at an impressive 3077 meters (which makes it the tallest of the Buddhist mountains in China!) and I didn’t have it in me to make it there alone. The path to Wuxiangang was fairly commercial – plenty of small stalls where one could buy souvenirs, tea or snacks, and locally harvested mushrooms.

An old man walking beside me asked me if I was “少数民族”, which is a way of describing ethnic minority groups in China. Sichuan is home to a number of ethnic minorities in addition to the Han majority, and over the past week many people have asked me which minority group I am part of. I told him that I’m “混血儿”, or mixed-race, which started up a conversation about what I was doing in China and what I thought about traveling around the country.

As this was happening, I finally got to see the monkey I had been waiting for! A family of Tibetan macaques crossed our path and one caught a whiff of food being carried by a woman walking ahead of us. The monkey jumped in front of her and tried to grab onto the woman’s leg. She was (understandably) startled and dropped her bag, at which point the monkey grabbed a package of crackers off the ground and retreated to the fence, where it opened the plastic with ease and started snacking.

I was surprised to see this happening up close, and snapped the two pictures I’m sharing here. While this was happening, another monkey got the idea that I might be carrying something as well…

Friends know that I take a canvas tote bag almost everywhere I travel – it was a gift from my brother, and features a giant screen-printed soft pretzel on one side that absolutely screams “PHILLY!” On the other side, I’ve been building up a collection of sewn patches from the different countries I’ve visited. I didn’t have food in the bag, but maybe these monkeys are smart enough to know that soft pretzels are freaking delicious, and they came up to me and gave the bag a tug. The old man I was talking to had been paying closer attention than I had, and poked the monkey a few times with his walking stick to get it to move along. Had he not, chances are that I would have been left chasing this monkey across the mountain to steal back my things.

We had a good laugh at the situation together – even though our conversation had been progressing slowly because of my Mandarin level, I think that absurdity transcends language barriers pretty well and made for a nice moment to share. He told me how he was originally from Beijing, but since he retired he had been traveling often and taking cross-country road trips. By the time we reached the parking lot, he offered to bring me up the mountain so that we could continue our conversation a bit longer.

So, that’s the story of how I almost had my passport stolen by a monkey, and how I ended up hitchhiking with a Chinese retiree.

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We drove together for a bit under an hour. We talked a bit about life and different travel experiences – and he may or may not have attempted to set me up with his 38-year-old son. (A classic move.) It was a fun experience to slowly make my way through the conversation, phrasing and rephrasing things in order to make myself understood.

We parted ways when we made it to the Zero Kilometer Parking area, as he had plans to stop for a meal and a rest. I thanked him and took down his phone number (when he returns to Beijing from his current road-trip, perhaps we’ll meet for a tea), and then bought a ticket for the bus to take me the rest of the way up Emeishan to Jeiyin Hall.

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It became colder and damper as I got further up the mountain, and I was left thanking Buddha for UNIQLO’s ultra-light down jackets. I walked between Jieyin Hall and the Golden Summit, which felt more like swimming through 6 kilometers of thick mist since there was a light rain and it was high enough to be walking through a layer of clouds. At times, the trail ahead and behind seemed to disappear.

At the top of the mountain, there’s supposed to be a beautiful view of the clouds on clear days. It was not a clear day. What I saw was mostly grey, and even the statues closest to me had fuzzy outlines as if they were exchanging their borders with the atmosphere. At the scenic viewpoints along the mountaintop, you could look over the edge and see precisely nothing.

Maybe this would have been a letdown, but I think that there’s something funny and very Buddhist to the whole situation. Striving for something (whether that’s wanting material objects, or desiring the experience of beauty) is its own kind of intoxication, so it’s possibly for the best that I couldn’t see anything at all.

At least, that’s what I’m telling myself as consolation for walking all the way up without getting a picture to show for it. Estimating from the trail markers, I walked another 20-25 kilometers uphill on my second day, for a total of 40-something kilometers (nearly a marathon!) between the two days. Instead of a photo of the transcendent beauty of Buddhist enlightenment, here are two pictures from the peak that show a different kind of ~transcendent beauty~. 😉

Hehehe. Couldn’t have this ending on too serious of a note, could I? Anyway, I won’t drag this out longer – thanks for following along, and I’ll be looking forward to updating you on the next leg of my adventures. I decided to change my return flight to Beijing to give me a chance to see Chongqing for a couple of days. I don’t have many set plans while I’m there, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out as I go.

Be in touch soon.

Lots of love,

Kristen

Time in Taiwan

I just returned to Beijing after spending nearly three weeks in Taiwan! I was participating in a summer retreat for the Asian Future Leaders Scholarship Program, organized by the Bai Xian Asia Institute (BXAI). The organization sponsors Asian students studying at colleges and universities throughout Asia – and Peking University is one of their six anchor universities. I’m not an Asian passport holder, and therefore wasn’t eligible to be a full-year BXAI Scholar, but I was invited to participate in the summer program along with a couple of other classmates from Yenching Academy.

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Each year, BXAI chooses a new campus to host their summer program – and this year, the program partnered with National Taiwan University in Taipei, Taiwan. This year, there were about 120 students participating in the program – 16 of which came from my master’s program. Our first few days in Taipei were spent waiting out a typhoon warning, and waiting for students who had experienced flight delays due to the weather. We were housed in the Taipei Teachers Hostel, which was just down the street from the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial Hall MTR Station, and two stations away from the main NTU campus. I spent these first few days wandering around the neighborhood, and spending time in the numerous cafes that were a stone’s throw away from my front door.

Once most students had arrived, we piled into busses and traveled to Xitou – a nature education area owned by National Taiwan University. (A fun fact – NTU owns 1% of the island of Taiwan, and 99% of this land is in Xitou!) The area was really beautiful: a kind of overwhelmingly green space that you don’t get to see much of when you’re in big cities in Asia.

While in Xitou, we divided into several small groups, and I was put into Group G. There was one other boy from Yenching in my small group – though I hadn’t gotten many chances to talk with him over the past year since he was a member of the first cohort (one year above me). All in all, it gave me a lot of chances to interact with some new people and make some new friends. We stayed in Xitou for four days, and participated in a variety of (really silly!) team-building activities and games. I had a lot of fun. 🙂

Often times, our group would use Mandarin as a common language during meals or in small group discussions. I think that my listening skills have really improved over the past year, and I was surprised by how much I could follow. I couldn’t always respond in Mandarin, but it was always easy to ask questions about what was said, and respond in English. If anything, the language differences helped me think a lot about what I wanted to say and how I wanted to say it. I think that it is really easy for native English speakers to take up a lot of space in conversations when you’re speaking with people who might be using English as a second, third, or even fourth language. Being outside of my language comfort zone was a really good reminder of the value of waiting and listening, rather than always formulating “what am I going to say next”.

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When we returned back to Taipei, we jumped into a bunch of activities and lectures hosted on NTU’s campus. The central themes for this year’s retreat were sustainability and entrepreneurship, and most of our programming related to these topics. Some highlights for me included a panel on sustainable urbanism with four scholars/practitioners from Taiwan and Hong Kong, a visit to an eco-friendly shampoo company, and a public speaking workshop that gave classmates a chance to give 5 minute presentations on any topic of their choice.

Though we had busy schedules during the day, we were lucky to get long lunch breaks and have our weekends and evenings mostly free. During these times, I was able to connect with some friends from back in the US, and felt really lucky to have so many people looking out for me from across the ocean. (Big shout-out goes to my family from the PEER Mentoring Program at Penn – not only was I able to meet my own mentor from my freshman year at Elephant Mountain, but I got to meet my mentee’s mom and cousin and got quite the whirlwind tour of Taipei’s street food!)

I also made two short trips outside of Taipei city – one to Jiufen with my friend Dongwoo, and another to Yangmingshan and Tamshui with my friend Johnny. Jiufen is an interesting place – it has a history as a gold mining town, but has reinvented itself as a tourist attraction with claims of inspiring Hayao Miyazaki’s animated film Spirited Away. Studio Ghibli hasn’t supported the claims, but the idea of it continues to draw people in droves to photograph the narrow alleyways, the food vendors, and the teahouses bedecked in red lanterns. Even though this all made Jiufen an incredibly crowded place to visit, the complexities of manufactured heritage and tourism were interesting in their own rights, and I quite liked taking the time for a cup of tea here.

Traveling to Yangmingshan reminded me of a daylong road trip that I took through Big Sur two years ago. While my friend and I drove down the California highway, we passed through low-hanging clouds, sweeping in from the Pacific Ocean. Visibility was low, but there was something mysterious about being at that height in the middle of what seemed like nothingness. The same was true for Yangmingshan: clouds surrounded you everywhere you stood, and though you knew that the landscape continued much farther, it dissolved into a grainy grey nothingness.

Landscapes like this aren’t common occurrences along the East Coast, so there is something kind of breathtaking about the cool moisture and sense of emptiness. On the other hand, there’s really not much to do at a variety of scenic spots scattered across the mountain when everything looks identically grey, so we didn’t really end up hiking or seeing too much… you win some, you lose some I guess! We took a minibus back down the mountain and then decided to go to Tamsui to grab a dinner and see the sunset. (Note to self: avoid taking standing room on minibuses in the future. The ride seemed like a cross between a rollercoaster and a Final Destination film.)

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As the program wrapped up, we began to prepare for group presentations and the closing ceremony. I was glad to spend more time with friends new & old, as some of my classmates from Yenching are accepting other opportunities in the coming year and won’t be returning to Beijing. I’m looking forward to when our paths cross next: for most, it’s likely that will be throughout Asia (I’m hoping to reunite with members from my group in China, Japan, and Hong Kong during the next year) though I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’ll also get to play host for friends who may someday visit me in the United States.

I’m now writing from back in Beijing. I’ve got to say, it’s nice to be able to unpack my bag after being away from the city for almost two months. All the plants on my windowsill survived thanks to a rotating cast of plant-sitters, and there is something particularly cozy that I’ve missed about having a familiar bed and a collection of succulents to greet you in the mornings. In the next couple of weeks, I’m going to be helping with new student orientation for the incoming cohort of Yenching Scholars, and I think this should keep me busy into September.

For now, I’m thinking of what I want to do for the rest of the year. I might be participating in a research project in Southern China later this autumn, but there’s some delays with organization I’d be working with and the partnership with local government that make this not so set in stone. Beyond this, I’m hoping to do some research for my thesis, work on my Mandarin, and travel when I can. Whatever happens, it’s shaping up to be an exciting year and I can’t wait to share more of it with you all.

Lots of love,

Kristen

Zen & Cicadas

How to describe the past month? I’ve still got a backlog of things I’ve written from the end of my first year with Yenching, and my brief but lovely return to the United States. For the time being, I’m trying to put things into words so that I can help organize my own thoughts about studying Buddhism, living in a monastery, and leading a (semi) monastic life throughout the month of July. You’ll have to bear with me, as these reflections don’t necessarily have a lot of structure or continuity to them. For me, this month was a frustrating, beautiful, stressful, complicated, etc. etc. etc., period – all in all, a time of “cultivation”.

The monastery where I stayed was a ride away from Ningbo (a city two hours from Shanghai by train), and surrounded by tall bamboo. At night, you could hear the sound of the cicadas humming, and over the first few days all I could focus on during our meditation sessions was the wind moving through the leaves.

Our program was housed in a guest building at Jin’e Temple (金峨寺) and we slept four to a room. The room had an elevated platform with four tatami mats arranged side-by-side, and one more space next to the window that we cleared so we could do yoga. I got on well with my three roommates, and continued to feel thankful for their knowledge and personal perspectives when I had questions about Buddhist practice.

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Our day-to-day schedule was normally fairly fixed: waking up around 5:20 each morning for tai chi, standing meditation and then breakfast. We typically followed breakfast with classes on Buddhist history until 11:00, and then had lunch and a small amount of personal time before we moved into afternoon meditation. From there, we learned about the intersections between Buddhism and other parts of Chinese culture through lectures given by the Abbot at the monastery, or guests teaching calligraphy, painting, music, and tea. Our evening meals were called “medicine meals”, and were followed by walking meditations and dharma talks. Finally, we ended each night with evening prayers in the main shrine building, and then typically had one hour to prepare for bed at 10:00.

These routines didn’t deviate significantly – though during our silent retreat all activities (barring meals and dharma talks) were replaced by extended meditations sessions. We typically lined up in height order five minutes before each activity, and lateness or pre-approved absence was not acceptable. I felt frustrated on occasion because of this structure, and though I’m sure there were others that appreciated the discipline, I felt sometimes at odds with a system that didn’t give a lot of room for flexibility or privacy.

One of the most notable parts of the month was our seven-day silent retreat. This was my first period of silent retreat, and it introduced me to a number of rules regarding communication. Beyond speaking, we were instructed not to listen to music, sing or play music, create artwork, gesture or write to others, make eye contact, etc. The list went on. We were allowed to journal about our experiences with meditation, but discouraged from journaling as a means of reflecting on other topics.

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In a way, I saw a profound loneliness in this – it felt like we were resisting human instincts of forming communities, and of sharing moments of joy as well as sadness with one another. Spoken and written language, of course, is a vital way in which we communicate, but during this week I also thought a lot about how non-verbal contact expresses emotions and ideas.

Constantly trying to practice equanimity meant that I was often monitoring my reactions and trying to look at my emotions as if they were not my own. For anyone who knows me, it should not come as a surprise that I found this to be enormously difficult. I am (for better or for worse) a sensitive person, and I use my emotions to guide many of my decisions and shape my views of the world. Though I think I’ll come to appreciate the introspection that this silence forced me to have, at the time it made me feel really vulnerable and disconnected.

Throughout the month, another ongoing internal dialogue that I held was questioning the relationship this program had to Chinese culture, and investigating the feels that I have for and about China. I’ve talked before about the foreignness of being a multiracial Chinese person in China, and what that means for how I see my life in this county and my connection to its traditions. In a way, I think that coming to this program may have been a way of searching for authenticity – though my family is not Buddhist by any means, I’ve taken classes over the past year in Buddhist history and hoped that connecting classroom learning with lived experiences would reveal a dimension of Chinese culture I hadn’t previously seen.

With that said, some of our afternoon cultural classes felt basic and geared towards an audience with limited interest or knowledge about Chinese arts. The spectacle and performativity of it all made me feel upset, as though it was saying that China needed to be made palatable to a Western audience in order to be acceptable. I know that this nervousness and anxiety stems in part from my own feelings about race, but there were few forums in which I could raise these concerns and felt heard, which heightened my discomfort about the dynamic.

What did it mean that a number of non-Chinese people were coming together to practice Chinese Buddhist meditation, but not necessarily knowing what their engagement was with their cultural surroundings? Or that every night the group would gather to recite sutras in Mandarin, but did so atonally, awkwardly, and incorrectly? Or that our program relied on volunteer staff who themselves had varying degrees of experience with China or the Chinese language?

I felt these concerns acutely and painfully – though I’ll underscore that this was not because I felt that my peers in this program were bad people, or that the engagement with dharma material was shallow, or that the staff were uncritical. Quite the reverse actually: my classmates (and especially my roommates) were the people who helped me challenge and process these thoughts, and our discussions helped me to understand new depths about meditative practice and Buddhist teachings, and the staff was intelligent and selfless in many more ways that I could be. But for all of this, this gap existed between my expectations and reality, and that chasm was filled with convoluted thoughts on orientalism, ethnicity, spiritual identity, and appropriation.

I don’t know if these feelings could have been resolved over the course of the program (especially given that these seem to be tied to the same questions and frustrations I’ve always felt about my multicultural background) but I’m glad to have had the opportunity to have more informal conversations with students and especially with staff after the official conclusion of the program. These didn’t exactly give me answers – but did give me a lot more to think about and ways in which to think. I think that there’s a tendency to shy away from negative emotions or a desire to escape challenging situations, and this experience is helping me investigate how this manifests within my own inclinations and aversions.

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At the moment, I don’t identify as a Buddhist and (to be honest) I’m not sure if I ever will. I came into this experience wondering if it might be able to help me reconnect with Quakerism, a practice and tradition I value but haven’t been able to have an outlet for while in Mainland China. While I’m committed to spending the next year in China, I find myself more and more invested in the idea of finding a Quaker Meeting to join wherever I end up next. I miss the community that was associated with shared practice, and the familiarity that it brought with it.

I ate a mostly vegan diet at the monastery, though there were a few days where we were served milk and eggs at meals. In some ways, this took me back to the period when I was vegetarian between ages of ten and fifteen. It was harder this time around, and wasn’t always pleasant – around the middle of the month it really started to take a toll on me: I lost weight, had very little energy, and occasionally felt full-body aches. I’m not sure I had a balanced diet at this time, and began taking daily iron supplements. Though I might try to eat less meat/animal products in the future, I think I’d need to be able to depend on a more non-animal protein options than what I was getting at the monastery. I’d love to find a healthy balance with this, as returning to the life of a layperson has meant that processed foods and animal products are surrounding me in excess.

I’ll write down one a last thought about my takeaways for the time being as I realize that this is extending almost indefinitely. It surprises me a little bit, but right now, I don’t think I feel very much like an introvert. Perhaps some of my friends might find this self-assessment surprising, especially for those who didn’t know me as a child. But internally, I guess I continue to identify a lot with the younger version of myself, who was bookish and prone to crying. Disconnecting from a lot of social media starting from the start of the month, and then trying to distance myself from the physical in-person contact during the silent period really made me crave contact, and I felt a wave of warmth when silence was broken and I could finally share with others. Realizing that my personality has shifted in some ways over time, and that the dichotomous introvert vs. extrovert labels didn’t seem to hold quite as much weight as they once did was interesting.

As I’m (finally) coming to a conclusion, I realize that I talk throughout this about loneliness and sadness, and the various types of internal conflict or self-doubt that I’ve been feeling throughout the month. It might seem negative, and while I can’t say that my experience uniformly positive I think that this period in my life is one that I’m going to come to appreciate more and more as I get more time for reflection. All of it might be wrapped up in or precipitated by a subtle kind of mourning: a realization of intransience that is so central to the practice of Buddhism.

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As a child there was something precious about summertime cicadas – I could hear them from my bedroom at night, and finding the amber colored shells still connected to the trees in my backyard during the day seemed like a type of treasure. This year, in the heat of a Southern Chinese summer, I got to meditate a bit more on what this all meant to me. Right around the end of July, I started to see more cicadas dying, and their whirring songs seemed a little less robust than they were before. It wasn’t positive or negative, per say, just a state of being and an observation on how things change.

The title for this post comes from a pair of newly learned Chinese homophones: 禅 and 蝉. Both characters are pronounced chán. The first, 禅, refers to Chan Buddhism, often understood in the West as “Zen” as the Japanese reading of the same character, and the second, 蝉, means cicada. The past month has taught me a lot about both of these things, I think.

Love,

Kristen