pineapples and kites

Early Spring in Inner Mongolia, is all about walking on the street, without my knee-length down jacket on and Nina's leash in my hand, and my Ipod playing my favorite tunes, and the road side stands selling fresh pineapple, chopped and spirally cut for only 50 cents a fruit. Early Spring in Inner Mongolia is all about old men flying kites midday in Xilamalun park, and the frozen ice melting and the fortune tellers sitting under trees with their cup of sticks and a sheet of dirty canvas with red characters written on it. Early Spring is all about opening the windows to let the fresh air in, and not needing to turn on the space heater and being able to wear my cute black flats with a THIN pair of socks. Yeah for spring! I never thought you were coming back.