Memories along Tianjin’s Hai River

Nestled under a weeping willow and surrounded by pink, red, and purple morning glories, I watched a rusty old barge being towed by a small motor boat down the Hai River this morning. Were I to be here longer, I would buy myself a folding chair and spend as many hours sitting here as possible.

To think that I had been coming to this university in Tianjin for a decade and had no idea that the river and this lovely spot was within half a mile of me disappoints me in my own discovery skills.

I cannot be too hard on myself as when I first came, the area fronting it from…