How a Mother’s Photos and a Whole Roasted Lamb Sent Me to Xinjiang
Some trips begin with a travel magazine. Some with a friend’s recommendation. Some with a deal you found at midnight that seemed too good to ignore. This one began with my mother. The Seed That Took Years to Grow I can’t tell you exactly how old I was when she first showed me the photos. What I remember is the feeling — that particular stillness … Continue reading How a Mother’s Photos and a Whole Roasted Lamb Sent Me to Xinjiang