I finally dug my bike out of the shed, pumped up the tires, adjusted the brakes, and went on a tour of my new little town. Actually, I went well outside the town limits and explored the area for a bit over an hour.
The apple blossoms are out (Apple Blossom Festival starts this week!), I met a cow, and everything was just too lovely for words.
In March, Beijing’s winter started warming up. We went pretty quickly from freeze-your-face-off icy winds to the smell of damp earth and melting ice. All of a sudden, I didn’t need three pairs of long johns and ten scarves! It was a miracle!