It's not quite the Far East, but my recent weekend adventure in Boston got me one step closer.
Once ensconced in their charming home, I lazed by the pool, laughed it up with Amelia's old school chums and explored her Mom's astounding cookbook collection. We took a side trip to the über-cool Liberty Hotel -- a former jail house converted into a luxe, trendy hot spot -- for a cocktail and to take in what passes for a "scene" in Boston, but for the most part we just chilled.
For Amelia, all of this was a novelty. Not my attendance, mind you. Not even the trip to a prison-turned-hip hangout. It was simply the fact that she was in Beantown at all. Eating her Mom's food. Speaking English.
You see, ordinarily, you'd find Amelia living in Shanghai.
Hence my trip to Boston -- and my upcoming journey to China.
Oh yeah. I've got a plan. And, with Amelia's guidance, I'm sure it'll be a heck of a trip. Although, I don't think glaciers, lamb or Malbec will be on the menu -- nor her mother's moist, flaky Cedar Plank Salmon with Mango-Avocado Salsa (pictured above). Maybe pandas, Peking Duck and Tsingtao instead -- and if I'm very lucky, perhaps Amelia's Mom will pack me a lunch for the plane.