Our kids are becoming old hats regarding Chinese wedding receptions.
They see the bride dressed in several outfits during the reception, watch a very secularized version of lip syncing, rings, vows, bottle of wine, and lots of jokes from the MC in between everything.
I appreciate the deep bows to honor the parents, and the group photos they do with everyone.
Church weddings are rare here although we have attended a few of those as well.
I’m hoping our kids can attend a western style wedding for comparison sometime-this is all they know about weddings and receptions.
In the meantime, there’s always something interesting to see on our way out of the lobby where half a dozen other happy couples are also announcing their big day.
Accidental shot mid-market run (mangoes and grapes on the handlebars, going to buy vegetables)
Special time with my girl, painting very breakable stuff (this is our 4th)
Lecture one morning at college class for students studying to be Chinese teachers for foreigners
Song lyrics at Sunday morning church
Junior colleagues and a grandma discussing the kid’s development. Today was a fascinating observation in cultural issues in (grand) parenting.
Apricots in season!
These are all over the city lately:
The sign claims “1 egg” (in huge letters) , with vigor and oatmeal. Doesn’t it just scream ice cream bar advertisement?
One of our favorite hole in the wall Korean bbq with Chinese characteristics
Tastes suspiciously like my favorite US cereal Krave…yay!
Silkworms from the back of a truck, still live and wriggly. Highly recommended in pregnancy for protein and who knows what else. (for more details, read here)
I’m going to learn to make this soon–got my Korean bibimbap red pepper paste today!
I went to the market for the first time since back in China yesterday, and saw one of the usual sights that still always turns my stomach.
Then the strange thing happened as I thought with a nostalgic twist, oh, it’s been so long since I saw that.
And so I was feeling strangely satisfied to be grossed out, and savored the moment of fond old memories.
Or something like that.
I even turned around on my bike and went back to snap a picture.
Then I was rewarded with one of my favorite sights a moment later.
As I reflected on this tangled web of emotions, I almost got hit by a car.
They cheerfully hauled our 30+ pieces of luggage (ok that includes carry on) and dropped us at our real home that is only ours, and we had a party.
Like only 6 and 8 year olds can.
At 130 am these two had a joyful reunion with their workbooks.
Now 4 days later we look like a house of hoarders. Piles everywhere of random stuff.
A towel and things drying that got drowned in bubble bath that I forgot to put in a ziplock bag.
And the schedule, oh the schedule. Yesterday people went to bed anywhere between 3 and 8 pm (I was last), and by 11 pm the first ones started waking up asking for food. We were all up for the day by 3 am.
Hard boiled eggs for lunch.
Kids went to a conveniently scheduled weeklong tck camp for the afternoon, while I entered the local police station (aka nicotine chamber) to register our return.
Goodbye land of imagined privacy, hello land where your business is everybody’s.
Takeout for dinner. Again.
But we are home.