Monday is the Moon Festival. This is a big party day in Hong Kong. It's a national holiday and feels almost like Fourth of July in the United States. The origins are different, but it's a day of eating barbecue and lighting fireworks. People can't legally set off fireworks here. They let the government do all the heavy lifting, but everyone can light a red lantern. Those never explode. At least not if you do it right, but they look pretty good floating away into the sky.
Two Moon Festivals ago, Lily, Kevin and I were at the big house at Clear Water Bay. That was a great place to have a party. This year, we are at our new apartment, which is a million times better than the old apartment, but not quite as good for parties as the big house. We have an enormous balcony, which is a great place to watch fireworks and light red lanterns, but we decided not to have a party.
Lily is working a lot right now and I'm leaving the country on Tuesday. I just unpacked from the Tokyo trip when I had to pack again for a different trip in another direction.
We might go to someone else's party, but that is still up in the air. All I know is I'm getting some moon cakes one way or another.
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