But a good time was nonetheless had by all.
A veritable potpourri of expats and local friends gathered at the river on the 4th, a regular workday here in China.
Picnic assembled, a puppy discovered.
Baked chicken wings and dumplings in lieu of [deep sigh] burgers and brats.
Water balloons, kite flying, soccer ball kicked around.
Chinese friends experimented with ball and glove.
Foster parents and their beloved tots showing off new skills.
And the next morning, a note.
Found and immemorialized.
The life of a Third Culture Kid in a nutshell.