A Birthday Party, Thanksgiving, and an Earthquake

....things that happened in November.  

First of all, thank you(!) to all of you who saw our not-so-subtle-hint and sent us mail!  We were overjoyed to discover packages full of American goodies and comforts from home.  We are fully stocked and will last a long time on our bomb-shelter-like supply of non-perishables.  Thank you.

Last week was my birthday, and I figured it would be the same as every other birthday:  Zack begging me to tell him what I want, going shopping until midnight the night before, and giving me some sort of stuffed animal or superhero and a few pairs of socks.  When I was instead given a surprise party I was, well, surprised.  Or I would have been, if one of the students hadn't blown it by meeting us at the bottom of the stairs and walking up to the "surprise" party with us.  Katie, Zack, and a bunch of students worked their little fingers to the bone to give me a good birthday.  After the party, almost every one of our students mentioned either to me, to Katie, or to Zack, "Oh, Zack is such a wonderful husband!" or "Zack, you are such a kind and generous man!"  Let me tell you, text messages from our students are great.

Some of the attendees of the surprise party.

Blowing out the candles on one of my three birthday cakes.

One of my gifts was a mile-long scarf.  Zack and I can both wear it at once.

One of the birthday cakes...the cakes here are all really elaborate.

The flowers Zack bought...each flower stem was individually wrapped in cellophane.

In other interesting news, there was an earthquake in our area last weekend.  Fortunately, it was small, unfortunately it was so small that we didn't notice it.  Some of our students told us about it later, saying that they felt it, but we had no idea.  So, added to our list of experiences is that we have now survived an earthquake.

As you know, Thanksgiving was Thursday.  We celebrated just like we do at home:  by cooking all day and eating all night.  Here are some pictures:

This is our feast just before we began.  We had everything that we would normally eat at home on Thanksgiving except for turkey and cranberries.  Neither of these things exist in China.

We shared our thanksgiving meal with a french couple who are also teachers here.  Even if they don't celebrate thanksgiving and don't normally eat American food, when you are in a foreign eastern land like China, any western food is "home."

As you can see from this picture, after we were done eating we still had more than enough food for a second thanksgiving.  So we have been eating leftovers the past few days.  

Our students, knowing it was thanksgiving, inundated us with text messages.  We each received about ten text messages wishing us a happy thanksgiving.  Here are some excerpts:

"My dear Elizabeth,I am very happy that you came to china.Above all,you teach me English.Thank you very much !At last I want to say Happy Thanksgiving Day:-)"

"Today is a beautiful day with warm sunshine.  Hope you could have a nice thanksgiving day. Enjoy your wonderful day:-P"

"HAPPY THANX GIVING DAY!"

And my personal favorite, which Zack, Katie, and I each received multiple times from different students, "I open my wallet ,find no money ;I open my pocket find no coin ;I open my life ,find you ,then I know how rich I am!Forever My friend Happy Thanks-Giving Day !"

Because we are a Christmas-loving people, I already rearranged our living room and put up our Christmas tree.  The girls who lived in this apartment before us bought a fake tree and were kind enough to leave it here for us.  So, although we are in a faraway place with little resemblance to our home, in our third floor apartment, Christmas will prevail.

在瓷的生活

It has been two and a half months since we entered China and we've taken hundreds of pictures.  Here are some more for your viewing pleasure...

A few weekends ago, we went to a friend's house.  She is an elementary school teacher and she invited 10 of her students to meet us.  Here we are, teaching them how to play go fish.

Here we are with all the excited and LOUD children after playing go fish.

Here begin the pictures at the supermarket.  We were amazed to find their magical way of putting Chinese writing on the apples.

This is actually at the supermarket...we're not even certain what it all is, but it definitely all came from the inside of an animal.  We think the first thing is inside-out pig stomachs.

Again, yes...this is in the supermarket.  Live frogs.  For some reason that we can't understand, they don't try to escape, even though they probably could.

Apparently this guy was trying to escape...from his tub full of his little crab friends.

Here Zack is practicing Chinese ink calligraphy with one of our students.

We often go to Pizza Hut when we miss home, and every time we go, the waitress tries to convince us to order some really strange Chinese version of pizza instead of real pizza.  Here is one example from the menu...notice the shrimp and the raisins.

One of our students trying to eat her pizza with a knife and fork.

For Halloween, I made all of my students make themselves masks out of paper plates.

These are the winners for funniest mask, most beautiful mask, and scariest mask.

Zack playing ping pong against the wall of our apartment with one of his students.

Last but not least, a gift from one of our students.  A little produce-man.

Now I must bid you all adieu as I leave to go watch one of the many fireworks displays outside of our apartment.

The Sights of China

Feel like reading something beside the news of the election?

If you'd like to know what life looks like through our eyes in these last months, allow me to enlighten you...

It's almost always foggy.  Looking across over the trees and the buildings, you can see the hazy outline of mountains in the distance.  On a clearer day, you may be able to distinguish individual mountains, but usually they just form a shadowy gray backdrop behind a city cloaked in mist.  

Everywhere you go, there are people.  It's overwhelming how many people surround you daily, as is the awareness that you will never see most of them ever again.  It hits me hardest on days when it rains.  On a rainy day, the streets all become an enormous colorful sea of umbrellas.  Even more overwhelming is the uniformity.  At home, I notice the people who are different.  Here, I can't help but notice that everyone is the same.  The phrase "needle in a haystack" carries so much more meaning now.  An unfortunate byproduct of so many people is pollution.  Some days we aren't sure if the hazy sky is just fog or if it is smog.  Usually we just tell ourselves it is only fog and try not to think about it.  Our city is remarkably clean, but when we visited Wuhan, a bigger city, garbage filled the streets.  I can't say that I ever spent much time thinking about or being concerned about pollution, but here I am often.

Every morning there is a small "market" set up in the parking lot of our apartment building.  People, presumably farmers from the countryside, lay their produce on blankets on the ground in hopes that passersby will take notice of their wares.  Some of them have chairs, but most sit in a traditional Chinese squat.  The squat has become a very familiar sight for us, but is still nearly impossible for us in practice.  A middle-aged Chinese man is able to sit in this torturous pose for what seems like hours; we foreigners can barely manage to achieve it for ten seconds.  We waiguoren assume that the Chinese are capable of this due to a lifetime of using Chinese toilets...apparently the "squatty potty" is good for more than just one thing.

After passing the morning market, I begin my daily hike to class.  One thing that has not yet ceased to amaze me is how cheery and animated chinese people are in the morning.  As I stumble to class in a somnolent stupor, students all around me skip to class, arm in arm with their friends, perkily slurping spicy breakfast noodles, and chatting in a manner I can't understand, not only because I don't speak chinese, but because in my daze, I fail to comprehend a reason for their exuberance.

No matter how many times my eyes are given the privilege, I doubt I will ever grow accustomed to the sight of the implementation of the Chinese method of potty-training.  Diapers are simply not used in China.  Instead, babies and toddlers wear "kaidangku," literally "open-crotch-pants."  Using this method just means that when you gotta go, you gotta go.  When nature calls, parents assist their children in the baring of their nether regions in order to do their business.  One China Daily article I read called it "maximum convenience with minimum coverage."

Yet another visual marvel awaits us at every supermarket, specifically the meat section.  Your first glance goes immediately to the bloody chunks of animal flesh hanging from hooks above the counter; open to the air, and dripping bacteria-filled juices on everything unfortunate enough to be placed below it.  Turning around immediately, desperate to put an end to your germ-induced panic attack, you come face to face (literally) with an unsightly army of lifeless, naked chickens.  You squeeze through the aisle, carefully avoiding the dozens of fowl feet that seem to claw after you, all the while nervously aware that their empty, glassy eyes are watching your every move.  The next view, however, is far from reassuring.  The shopper is next presented with a bed of ice filled with a strange array of animal viscera.  One can only guess about the identities of what appear to be stomachs, intestines, and hearts...not to mention the feet of various creatures sprinkled in between.  Weary and slightly queasy, you attempt to escape from Old MacDonald's Massacre.  Just as you think you have broken free, your eyes are greeted with a completely foreign section -- fish, reptiles, and amphibians.  Unlike the graveyard you just experienced, these animals are all fresh -- fresh and alive.  Aquariums full of enormous fish, shrimp and prawns, squid, and huge, writhing eels are all equipped with nets for your convenience.  Opposite from them are bins filled with slimy frogs giant turtles, and piles of crabs.  Again, each bin contains a pair of tongs so that you may choose for yourself which creature will be dinner tonight.

Perhaps the most familiar sight in our daily adventures is the sight of small, curious, black eyes looking right back at us.  Staring is not a rude practice in China, and even if it were, I'm not sure they would be able to help themselves.  The sight of a foreigner on the streets of China is as rare as the sight of sunshine.  The eyes that meet ours seem to scour our entire bodes; black circles filled with wonder at everything so different from what is familiar.  Passersby immediately stop their conversations to make the most of the rare opportunity to behold the strange and exotic creature that is the foreigner.  Seeing their reactions, we continue on our way, reflecting on our small glimpse of the world beyond our home.