What happens on a Saturday morning when your papà is gone helping a friend move and
your mamma wants to get out of the house? She squishes you in a horrendously
long piece of fabric that she wraps around her whole body and takes you to
Chinatown to celebrate the Year of the Horse.
I sacked out quite
early, but I’m not too sad about that because Seattle’s Chinatown is nothing
compared to what the Asians in San Francisco have going on. We did however stop
at the entry gate for a photo op.
And took a
window shot as well. Classy no?
We flitted around some grocery stores and flower shops, and even caught the tail end of the dragon dance.
Then, after
stuffing her face with sweet and sour chicken, Japanese potstickers, Taiwanese
stir fried rice noodles and even a slice of fruit cake, my mamma took me home and
fed me some sand colored powder mixed in four ounces of water. Being a baby is the pits sometimes.
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