Sichuan, China. Lunar New Year, February 2018

It's the Year of the Dog, and my family made the journey out to my parents' home province of Sichuan, in central China, to celebrate the New Year with my relatives. My dad hails from Chengdu, the capitol of the province, while my mom's hometown is megalopolis Chongqing, so populated (28 million people!) it's technically its own municipality, so we split our time between the two places with a high-speed rail trip connecting us mighty quickly. 

It meant a lot to be back. It's a rare opportunity to travel halfway across the globe—my 15 hour flights were a testament to that. But the fact that we made it back for Chinese New Year made it doubly special. I imagined long days packed with a profusion of relatives: aunts, uncles, cousins, great-aunts and great-uncles of all stripes (once, twice, several-times removed) and lots of delicious food, which, let's face it, is largely what the province is known for. 

My prediction came to pass. Each day was a smorgasbord of people and good eats, with hardly any time to myself. The days were busy man. Despite this, I'm happy I brought my film camera, because we ventured out a few times, and many a tantalizing photos beckoned. China, at once so familiar and so foreign, did not disappoint. 

Some photos below!