On a recent visit to Hong Kong, my husband and I went to a small fishing village on a little island close by. It was much quieter than the cacophony of Hong Kong and Kowloon, and was a nice respite from the noise and bright lights. We wandered around the island, looked at the boats, and watched the locals. We walked across the island and came across a little beach. The sand was large-grained and felt really good on our tired feet. The best part was the warm water, not something I ever experience at the beach here in the Pacific Northwest. We stopped for lunch and I finished with a green tea latte. I’ve heard it referred to as matcha in Japan but I don’t know what it’s called in Cantonese.