The Journey is the Experience

I take off tomorrow for Beijing and Mongolia and frankly don't remember what I've been doing or where I've been as everything has flown by so fast. Its kinda like riding a 30 hour train, you know where you left from and where you're going but the journey in between just whizzes by. In the words of the 1980's greatest philosopher, "Life moves pretty fast sometimes, if you don't stop to look around every now and then, you might miss it." Thank you Ferris Bueller.

So that 30 hour train ride I have ahead of me can't be too bad, I have my iPod, two books, one package of Oreo's, one package of M&M's, and one awesome package of Mom's Homemade Cookies, which I still think are the best tasting cookies on the planet (certainly in China).

In anticipation of this insane journey (I'm not saying Mongolia because that's only part of it) Clary and I went and got tattoos earlier in the week (sorry Mom!), I got a spin on what my father and all my uncles have, the Shamrock, by putting it on my shoulder and adding four Chinese characters to the underside. 视死如归, which translates to "See death as a return home," which although a little morbid, I think does those who have already passed justice. After all the destination is only half the story, the fun is in the journey. Wish me luck over the next week and I'll check in upon my return from outside the wall.

-MD