July came, along with seminar papers to grade, and it was time to start packing for the return trip to the USA. I put away the Chinese guitar I had brought back to its motherland, had one last visit to a tea house with the students, visited another Buddhist shrine, had a last supper with colleagues, even visited the Wuhan Starbucks. (The WiFi worked much better there than on the university campus.) It was time for goodbye hugs (I only hug in China!), leave takings, and plans for next year's seminar.