Night view from a pedestrian bridge we often use.I would of course be making a gross generalization if I said that Mexicans love Chinese food, but my statement wouldn't be completely without merit. Anyone who knows a guy named Manuel who's life dream is to open a restaurant called Hunan Dragon can back me up here. So then I guess I shouldn't find it odd that one of the latest food rages here in Beijing is Mexican food, much to my delight. Last night my classmate Jordan and I went out look for one of Beijing's best Mexican restaurants.
Armed with only an address and a vague idea of what subway stop to get off at we set off on our adventure. After two hours of wandering around Chaoyang and then into the central business district we called it a night and returned to our neighborhood to one of the better small restaurants near the Xi Zhi Men subway station, settling for more local fare. It was one of the best dinners I have had in a long time, both food and conversation wise.
To top all of this off, on our way home we zig zagged through the square two blocks from school. This particular evening there were rollerbladers abound in the square. We had a great time watching them at their antics, some of these people could probably be professionals. The footwork was amazing. Also impressive were the elderly Chinese holding a small ballroom dancing event in another corner of the square. I tell you, when I get old I want to be like the elderly Chinese, they are my new heroes.
Most importantly it was just a good night, and slowly but surely life here is starting to make more sense. I am happy to be right where I am.
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