Later today we have the traditional photo of the girls on the red couch in the White Swan. This morning, JieJie and Tammy went on a trip with some of the other families to the Chen Family Temple and a Buddhist temple where they were blessed by a monk. Mom, Dad and MeiMei stayed home to play and nap. The night before we were up late having our own observance of Autumn Moon Festival. At the local 7-11 we bought moon fest lanterns complete with candles. We walked out to the Pearl River and lit our lanterns, then wandered over and put our feet into the beautiful swimming pool. The clouds parted last night for the first time in days so that the full moon was visible.
Daddy went to the Olympics store yesterday and got some goodies . We had dinner at a Cantonese restaurant, ordering by pointing at pictures and avoiding the chicken feet and goose intestine and mixed frogs. Fortunately we remembered the word for beer and drew a bottle of water. (Must remember phrase book).
On Monday, Tammy, Mommy and JieJie had a big adventure. We went to the silk market and bought fabric to have some clothes made, including matching dresses for MeiMei and JieJie. The tailors were such nice people. They came with us to help choose fabric. We bought some lovely Guangdong silk, which is made only here, in very subtle patterns and muted colors. Our clothes will be ready on Friday.
Getting home was another adventure. It took nearly 90 minutes to get a cab back, something that has not been a problem before. It was a rainy night at rush hour on the eve of Moon Festival and cabs were full of people going home. We walked from street to street, trying different spots and getting a dose of what tourists in New York must feel. We wondered what we were doing wrong. Ultimately someone walked us across a street and planted us on a spot and voila! We were on our way home.
Wow, jealous you'll be donned in silk from head to toe, especially with bottom prices!
ReplyDeleteI forgot to wish you all a Happy Autumn Festival. Did you all eat moon cakes? I used to as a child, but as I got older, I can't phathom eating them, especially the salty egg. As my Caucasian friend once said, "They smell like smelly feet." He's right.