After I leave China I’m visiting my daughter who is teaching at an international school in the West Bank.  Besides being a mule transporting mac-n-cheese and other delicacies, I unwittingly opened the door to some long distance shopping for my fashion-starved daughter.  Apparently there are no Zara stores in the West Bank and I made the mistake of texting a photo of a Zara that I passed in a luxury mall in Ningbo, China.  The insanity began soon after.

Believe it or not this is an abridged version of the text conversation.

(Update:  She loved the sweater.  It was still cold in Nablus and she wore it every day while I was there.)