As I grabbed our last bag off the carousel, my mobile rang with a call from my sister C. This was the first I heard about the devastating earthquake in Sichuan, China. We had considered traveling there, based on a recommendation from a Sichuan local we’d met while visiting the rice paddies, but the stomach flu cut our travel schedule a day or so short. So, we were never anywhere really near the danger zone (though some did feel it in Beijing, I understand).
Thanks for everyone who contacted us to make sure we were safe. This adds a sad note to our great experiences in China, with the warmth of the Chinese people and the beauty of the country. When I visit a place, I get an emotional connection to it, making it more real for me, and I hope we can somehow help… though with so many lives lost, so much destruction, it’s a little hard knowing we can only help the survivors, and then only so much. M and I feel really lucky. (Sorry, this comes out rather clumsy, but I don’t really know what to say in the face of something like this… I guess I just wanted to let everyone know we’re safe.)