Happy Spring Festival!
I used to experience a bit of Lunar New Year with my friends in Canada but I’ve never been fully immersed in it like I am right now in China. This is, of course, with the threat of the coronavirus looming overhead, so I’m told this year was very subdued. I didn’t get to go out and see all the celebration, but I loved what I got to do at home.

There are so many snacks! People have been gifting us an endless amount of food: sunflower seeds, candy, oranges, milk, pastries that drip honey when you bite them, crunchy fried dough things I do not know the name of, and various vegetables. Romeo and I helped hang up the red banners on our door and we made beautiful dumplings with dough dyed pink from dragonfruit and green from spinach. I’m aiming to improve my dumpling skills – 阿姨 manages to fold them so fast.
I’m told you have to eat a certain number of dumplings to get good things for the new year: 4 is money, 6 is a smooth year, 8 is money (again), 10 is perfection, and 18 is you’ll be rich! What I'm taking away from this is that more dumplings = more money.

Then when it got dark, we went out and did fireworks in masks. Most people wore masks. But oh my god, so many fireworks! We did 10,000 tonight – they’re all arranged in a strip and they go off like dominoes, filling the air with smoke and making your ears ring. We had little ones that shot out sparks like a fountain and the usual ones that go up high and fill the sky with colour. And there were so many other families lighting fireworks so we got a lot of free shows. The night was filled with colour and light and all this noise.
Everyone seems to have saved the best for midnight. As we counted down to the last second (with some difficulty on my end – counting backwards in Chinese still takes a lot of concentration), all we saw were constant flashes of colour from the window and the deafening sounds of thousands of fireworks going off at once.
三, 二, 一!
