We’re all settled in here once again and recovering from our jet-lag. Meredith seems to have had no trouble at all: “I can’t fall asleep during class, Mom.” That’s true. However, no one cares if I fall asleep over my Chinese while studying on the couch!
Mark and I both had the same (separate) reaction to the house in Corning–it’s much too big! One of the things we’ve so liked about living here is our apartment and it’s compactness. We never lose anything. It seemed we were both constantly looking for stuff the entire time we were in Corning, even though there is hardly anything left there to lose things under! Other than the home theater (and maybe some gardening space) we can definitely see ourselves living in a similarly sized house in the future when we hit retirement land–it’s just so much less stressful–at least for the chronically absent-minded.
I didn’t get to tell you about my last days in Hong Kong, so I’ll do that now (please excuse me if I repeat myself–I’m getting older, you know.) The Prince’s building where I had my eye appointment had some really interesting stores–they actually had merchandise I wanted to buy which isn’t typical. However they also had a number of jewelry stores that out=blinged the blingiest jewelry stores here in Shanghai.
I decided that I wanted to thank the woman who had helped me find the Prince’s building the day before, so having a lot of time after my PT appointment I bought some amazing cupcakes at Caffe Habitu at the bottom of the Bank of America Building where my PT was and took them over to her shop, now that I knew the lay of the land. Ok, I was quite clear where I needed to go because as I said, this area of Hong Kong called the Central is quite tiny and it has some pretty big landmarks like this:
that make it pretty easy to get your bearings. However, it was trying to get across the highways on those darn walkways that kept slipping me up. Not infrequently I would go up or down some stairs like this thinking I could cross the street at the bottom:
only to find that they were the stairs to nowhere and I could go neither left, right or forward–only back up.
Once I did manage to get down on this particular sidewalk, I found a secret stash of Hong Kong’s version of bamboo brooms
You would never, ever see a trashcan even close to being this full in Shanghai, let alone overflowing. Shanghai is squeaky clean. I even saw somebody washing down a phone booth the other day on the coldest day of the year.
On Friday, between my PT and doctor’s appointment, I decided to visit the Hong Kong Botanical and Zoological Garden that I had almost walked into by happenstance on Wednesday. After all, I knew where it was, right?
It unfortunately started to lightly rain, just as I arrived, but, what else did I have to do? I just threw my sweater over my head and proceeded.
I decided to move on to the animals. My oh-so-cute physical therapist, Eddie, made the same comment that I had also thought, which is that the animals aren’t displayed very well. The cages are positioned in such a way that often even when the animals are in view you can barely see them.
After my last PT appointment with Eddie (sigh) I wandered back to my hotel room. The last bit was always confusing as I had to pick one of the crowded alleys with all the vendors (they tended to look very similar–after all one fruit stand looks a lot like another, right?) and if I picked wrong I would pop out on a street that would take me away from the hotel. Which of course I did. Drat! But it was a happy mistake because it happened to be a street where all the vendors were selling things like buttons and thread and Mark needed a new button for his winter coat!
So that’s it for Hong Kong. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I won’t need to go back for any medical reasons–only for fun and recreation!
Back to the real world now. Chinese classes have started up again. I had to do a lot of reviewing last week in preparation for the beginning of my class–hence my lack of posting. (and the jet lag!) I’m also going to PT twice a week. It is incredibly unpleasant. I told Patrick, my Italian physical therapist, that I was going to bring a whiskey soaked rag to bite on, but I don’t think he appreciated my humor. Or maybe he just didn’t understand me–his English is great as long as you only use words related to physical therapy!
I might bring that rag though–minus the whiskey.