Dawn in Pudong. I was excited: I was a shower, a taxi ride, two flights, and a town car ride from home after a long and trying trip.
It had been six weeks since I had had a quiet day, and it was the only one I would get for the rest of the work week. Ensconced comfortably for the day in the lobby bar of my Shanghai hotel, you bet I go for a pot of the really good stuff.
It is, after all, the little things.