Monday, March 28, 2011

Beijing Intro

We spent a busy weekend in Beijing. The first time we've been to visit in spite of living in China for almost 2 years!

My overall impression is that it is SO BIG - too many people, too many cars. However, even though I'm not a big city-lover, we did have a great time. We saw a lot, walked a lot, ate a lot, shopped a little, and got our MacBook fixed at the busiest Apple Store I've ever seen.

My overall impression of Chinese people was reinforced. They are kind and patient. And, the people who are not from the city are curious about foreigners, as they likely don't see them very often. Since we spent so much time at tourist areas, this is one of many photos taken of our "foreign" kids while we were there.

The kids and a cute little boy:


Kiana and another foreigner:

Actually we ran into her friend, Maddie, while we were there!

A view of the city:


So many people:


Shopping:


Old and new together:


This is taken outside of Beijing, but I liked the irony of the donkey carrying the generator!


More to come about Beijing...
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Leaving China, Part 2

It's an indication of how well Kiana and I have adapted to local life that while shopping at the local market last weekend, Kiana said to me wistfully, "I'm going to miss coming here. Are you?" And I replied, "Yes, I was just thinking the same thing!"

We go to this local market every few weeks, just to "shop." Not always looking for something specific, but just to look around. It has fruits and veggies, and also a mini-mall type building with clothes, shoes, stationery, food and household goods. It is cold, dirty and sometimes smelly. And we like going!

See this post for our first impression of the market:
www.barrhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/buying-our-fruits-and-veggies.html

Adaptation. We see the piles of garbage. We smell the "China" smells. We're surrounded by crowds. And we feel comfortable. And normal. And we'll miss a place that used to be so strange and foreign to us.
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Thursday, March 10, 2011

My Grandmother

I think it's a fear every expat has... what do you do when a family member dies "back home"? When you don't go back, how do you feel connected to your family when you are on the other side of the world? I guess for me, among other things, I blog.

Memories of my grandmother:

As a child, walking up the street to visit her.
Watering her trees while she was away.
Playing cards.
Playing the player piano with her singing along.
Playing in her big backyard.
Going together to the LA County Fair, and afterward throwing up on her white bathroom rug.
Riding the bus together to Trinidad.
Eating clam chowder on the pier.
Walking on the beach.
Her helping me move into my apartment in Ukiah.
Taking walks together in Ukiah.
Talking about politics.
Her love of beautiful trees and the hills behind her house.

I always felt welcomed and happy to spend time with her, even as a young child. And I'm thankful our relationship continued into adulthood. But very sad that she had to suffer so long before her death. So although today I am sad, I am also happy that she has finally been released from her body and mind that no longer worked.

Tomorrow I will lay flowers on our shared Pacific Ocean at sunrise and remember her. I think I got my love of the ocean from her.


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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Leaving China, Part 1

This is the first of many blogs about leaving China. While it is not definite, we are pretty sure that we will be moving back to our US home at the end of June. Although I will be happy to be living in Portland again, I am sad to be leaving China.

I've spent the past month trying to sort out those feelings. What exactly am I sad to be leaving? And of course, there is not a simple answer. I am sad to be leaving our home. I am sad to be leaving our community. I am sad to be leaving my lifestyle. I am sad to be leaving my friends. And, I am sad to be leaving the country and people of China.

It feels a little strange. Because I am really looking forward to many things in Portland, but at the same time, there are not very many things that I am happy to leave behind here.

More to come....
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