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May 2017

History, Landmarks, Local, Restaurants & Drink

Fond Fortune Cookie Memories

I have been thinking about my elementary school days lately.  In a matter of months my son will cross the threshold into his Kindergarten classroom; I will likely be wiping tears away as I wave goodbye.  It’s a big transition time for families; a time of growth, change, and celebration as a new normal settles in.  While we still have summertime on the horizon and there is fun to be had, it’s hard not to think about what’s ahead.  It makes me think about my own childhood days in the classroom.  While time behind a desk was punctured with the fun-filled chaos of recess, it was field trip days that were always a highlight of the school year.  During my recent wandering through Oakland’s Chinatown I stood in front of The Fortune Cookie Factory and thought about a field trip of my own a long time ago to watch fortune cookies being made; and of course being sampled by my eager little hands.  I figured it would be fun for my equally eager grown-up hands to get inside and relive a childhood memory that was sure to end with the fun crack of a fortune cookie being opened.

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Artisans, Community, Local

The Colorful Corners of Chinatown

If you were to ask me what I miss these days, my answer would be traveling abroad.  Tight budgets and two little ones have kept my feet local in recent years; I have mixed feelings about it.  While I have re-discovered my own town and all its nooks and crannies, I ache for the adventures of international travel.  Discovering the nuances of other cultures by wandering the streets of a foreign city is not only an unforgettable memory, but an invaluable learning experience.  Not knowing what to expect, to be pleasantly surprised by stepping a bit outside of your comfort zone is a growing experience.  I once had a day like this in the bustling city of Shanghai.  Abroad for business, I had one day to myself.  I studied my map, stepped outside my hotel feeling a bit nervous and hesitant, and I walked.  It became one of those days I have never forgotten.  At the end of the day while I had logged miles, viewed temples, drunk tea in a historic tea house, taken in the architecture of the French Concession district, what has stayed at the forefront of my memory is the unexpected.  A hapless wander through a city park where I photographed people sitting on the park benches; couples, families, friends in the midday bustle.

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