Xian was a true highlight of the trip.
Not just because I got to see the Terracotta Warriors with my own eyes, but because of the cultures bubbling together in one city.
Ancient Chinese walls built by dynasties, minority people groups, Muslims, tourists; Xian was an interesting mix.
(An ancient city wall modified for modern transportation options, with industry looming over the walls and providing that “industrial glow”.)
I’m certain one reason why it features so prominently in my mind is because of a single meal.
One evening we wandered down this narrow street in the Muslim quarter, looking for something to eat.
It was cold.
We were hungry.
So we ducked into a storefront restaurant with plastic table clothes and a few other diners.
After one brother took our order, another brother proceeded to make the noodles for our meals. From scratch. Right there on the street.
And lo, it was good.
And lo, the halal kebabs they grilled next to the boiling pasta were amazing.
Bellies full, we were ready for the next day’s adventure to see the warriors.