
We thought we were just going for dinner. But sometimes, a night walk through the backstreets of Xi’an reveals more than what’s on the plate. The glow of neon, the smoke of grilled meat, the loud chatter of local voices — it’s easy to get distracted by the sensory overload. Yet for me, what stood out most that night wasn’t the food or the scenery. It was Elaine. And how she quietly,...






