Until today, I had forgotten about the raw garlic served at meals. And it’s a windy (March style) day in Yantai—hard to stay upwind of everyone. The garlic is served in cloves, peeled, and eaten by itsownself.
It is windy, very windy, and warmish. No classes in the afternoon because the entire school held a choral competition. I’ll write more about it once I get the photos sorted out.