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A Saturday in February


This morning, from nearly 700 miles away, my mom woke up, waited a few hours, then called to give me a wake up call at 10. My grandparents were celebrating Chinese New Year’s at their house, and because it just wouldn’t be right if we didn’t celebrate new year’s 3 times a year (in January, in February and then in April for Cambodian New Year’s), Alan and I dragged ourselves out of bed and over to their house.

The hosts–grandma and grandpa
The spread– all the goodies we ate

The married people: D&J

Afterward, Alan and I took advantage of the sun and went on a hike. And it so completely kicked our butts that we came home and haven’t moved a muscle since.

There were all these really cool bridges everywhere.

And views, way up high.

Last modified: January 10, 2019