I get sentimental when I think about Shanghai. There was something about the city that pulled me in all directions - the old, the new and the promise of what could be. Memories include sipping chocolate martini at the Godiva Cafe in Xin Tian Di which was owned by a Filipino, braving the chilly night weather and staring at the jawdropping skyscrapers of Pudong. One night, I was ensconced in a cafe trying not to mind a couple in front of me who were engaged in a public display of affection. I didn't mind them because there was a bigger challenge ahead of me: ... Continue Reading...