I have to begin this post worth a disclosure. This trip was not my idea. It was my cousin (first-once removed) Clare’s. I met her for the first time ever at a family reunion last September. Talk had turned to our uncle and she said, “I wish someone in our family would finish the walk for him” and I asked Doug if he wanted to do it and he said yes and the die was cast. We started planning that night.
A few months ago, Clare asked me if she could give me something to take to China and leave somewhere for our uncle. She didn’t yet know what it would be. She figured the thing would find her. A week and a half ago she found this when she took her old prescription glasses to the donation center at her local public library. A paper, logo stamped bag from the tourist imformation center of the little town own our uncle was born and raised in. Even now, St. Martinville only has a population of 6,100 people. I’m choosing to believe that this wasn’t just a random event. This means something. The magic has started. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this bag once I get to China but I think that if I ‘m quiet and I listen and wait, it’s place will find me just like the bag found Clare.