The Kashgar Sunday Market

Right now, exactly a I type these words, a lifelong dream of my Mom is coming true. She is at the Kashgar Sunday Market, deep in the Gobi Desert on the Karakoram Highway following the ancient Silk Road. Marco Polo visited this market, which has been in continuous operation for 1500 years, and marveled at it's riches, he said it was the starting point for merchants to take their silks to the West. She is closer to Kyrgyzstan and Dehli than to Beijing, where she started this trip a week ago.
and did I say she is 81 years old?
Why not dream big and make it happen? I have a great example in her and her amazing adventurous spirit, and I am so thrilled she is right now bartering for camels and donkeys, silks and costumes, rock sugar candy and colorful rugs, perhaps watching some jousting or horse racing, nibbling on a goat head or hoof, or hot Kashgari bread.
I can't wait to see the pictures.
Go Mom.

"I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world." --Mary Anne Radmacher Hershey