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When Wanderlust Meets Einstein
Time feels different on the road
Travel, I’ve come to realize, has a curious way of stretching time and, with it, life itself.
I’ve just returned from a 30-day trip that began with a week of skiing in Hokkaido, followed by a sojourn in Takayama and four glorious days in Tokyo immersed in a sea of cherry blossoms in shades of white, rosy, and the faintest blush of pink.
From there, we flew to Shanghai, where a college classmate whisked us from the airport to an exquisite restaurant housed in an elegant building that was once the workplace of Madame Chiang Kai-shek. The next day, after some sightseeing, two more classmates joined us for an evening cruise along the Huangpu River. I’m afraid we didn’t take full advantage of the incredible opportunity to admire the dazzling lights of the “Pearl of the East” though, as the conversation was simply too engrossing.
After a day trip to Suzhou, where we visited two beautiful gardens, we finally arrived in my hometown, Changsha. We spent 12 days there, during which we took a three-day excursion to the stunning city of Guilin.
