Fish Ball Soup for Breakfast

Growing Up Austin

I did not want to get on the plane to China. The trip was too far for too long and I imagined what it would be like if I never made it back. You know, if an asteroid hit the Earth or WWIII started while I was gone and the only way back would be walking on land and swimming across the ocean while hunting for my food and sleeping on the ground (sometimes on islands).  My kids would need me and I would miss them and it didn’t feel right to take that chance.

My new day job has great geography. The Austin office is 1.7 miles from my house, for a less than 10-minute commute. The travel is to Los Angeles, New York City and China, three amazing and fascinating places.

Yes, this was GREAT, until I had to drive to the airport to start my 10-day trip to China. I wondered if I would get fired if I changed my mind and went back home. I had managed to make it worse by deciding to stay three extra days in Hong Kong for fun. What was I thinking, to be gone even longer, God Damn it, maybe if I fell down an escalator I could break something…

I got on the plane.

I’ll share a few thoughts form my trip this week and next, like this one…

I was having breakfast at the hotel in Hong Kong and before me was a choice. On one side was the omelet station, with diced tomato, onion, mushroom and cheese to mix with your two-egg omelet. On the other side was the noodle station, with four types of noodles I didn’t recognize, white round rubbery-looking balls, something green and leafy and an unknown broth.

That’s how I came to have Fish Ball Soup for breakfast. It was very tasty. But it didn’t go well with coffee. Other than that, it was very good.

(See here and here for more China posts, mostly about shopping, bad karaoke and being glad I got on that plane after all.)