This postcard was waiting for me when I got home today. I bought it and quickly wrote myself a message on my last day in China, July 20. One of the Bryant students I visited in Beijing promised to put it in the mail for me. She was actually the one who recommended that I write myself a postcard in the first place—she made it sound like it’s a common practice in China. In fact, she said that in some places you can buy a postcard and have them send it to you on the future date of your choice. By the time you get it you have usually forgotten all about it and it comes as a big surprise. That was exactly the case when I opened my mailbox today. It took me a moment to remember that I had sent it even when I recognized the handwriting right away. It was a nice reminder of “the best of China!”