We ended yesterday with a walk to a nearby park and happened on an impromptu gathering in the glow of dusk. Dancers of all ages, both Han and Uighur, moved fluidly to a rhythm that was both unfamiliar and ancient. It was magical.
Today we explored Red Hill Park, climbing to the top of a pagoda to find panoramic views of Urumqi, wandering paths bordered with spring blooms, delighting in the choreography of traditional dancers and listening to our daughter laugh...and laugh. God is gracious.
We packed today, little sister tucking her books in with our other treasures, and we leave tomorrow for Guangzhou, Mercy’s passport in hand.