How We Do Summer

I appreciate the emails and Facebook messages goading me to post, post, post. So finally, with a bit of downtime, I’ll oblige.

May and June were a whirlwind of activity as we wrapped up the end of the school year. So many teachers were moving and we were expecting so many new incoming teachers that much time was spent helping friends pack, working with our school community to host our annual yard sale, and answering questions that new hires (still not in China) had about life in Chengdu.

The last day of school descended upon us in a rush of graduations and spring performances. Then…summer silence.

I was only here a few days after school got out, making sure the office was set for the summer and that some classrooms were moved to new locations, before I flew stateside.

After boarding the plane in Chengdu, it was a quick 29 hours (Quick? Ha!) later that I was at my parents’ house. I think the best part of the flight—save, of course, flying business—was having Amber, a preschool teacher, on my flight. We meandered the SFO airport together for a while before heading our separate ways.

Back in Fredericksburg, I spent about a week hanging out with family and seeing friends before my brother Sean and I headed to Knoxville, Tennessee. There, we got a chance to see family, eat at a pub our great-great-great grandfather used to bartend at, and listen to music written and recorded by our great-great-great uncle. It was a pretty fun way to kick off the non-jet-lagged portion of the summer.

After nearly a week in Knoxville, we drove back to Virginia in time for the fourth of July…although I definitely slept through any and all fireworks this year, I did get to see my other brothers and even had the honor of being one of those who got to help Colin strip wallpaper in his new house. Oh the glory of it all!

For about a week and a half, I floated around my parents’ pool in an inner tube swam, played with Scout (Meghan’s adorable kitten), did way more shopping than I should have, and spent time with friends catching up over breakfast or walking around downtown.

Then it was west coast time. Just like last year, I flew to Seattle for a QSI conference. I’ve been so caught up with email and data at this school that this post is triggering memories of things I need to look at that we worked on in Seattle…add that to the list of things to do this week!

This year, there were a lot of Chengdu (or former Chengdu) teachers in Seattle at the same time. Seven of us were directly involved in meetings, while 3 came to be with spouses or nearby family. All-in-all, it was treat to see everyone before we again went our separate ways—spreading ourselves all over the earth, from East Asia to South America.

After Seattle, I came home for literally one day to repack and take a test. Then it was Iceland time.

I spent about a week in Iceland…and it was magical. I don’t remember ever being in a country where I felt so emotional about the beauty of it all. From the hump-back whales and pods of dolphins to the spitting geysers and glacial waterfalls, the immensity of the landscape was overpowering. One day, I rented a car to drive down from Reykjavik to Vik and had to pull over multiple times—often to take pictures, sometimes just to wipe the tears that formed from falling so overwhelmingly in love with the country and feeling so small in comparison.

After a soul-reviving trip, I flew back to Fredericksburg. I was so tempted to…whoops…miss my flight from Iceland, but my great-aunt was coming to visit, so to Virginia I returned.

The last week of vacation was spent, again, with family. I learned about Escape the Room box games, played a few, and spent too much time putting together Legos, which….is just fun no matter what your age. I’m just waiting for the company to release a “Chengdu skyline” set.

Before July was even over, it was time to head back to Chengdu. I arrived on a Sunday night—later than expected, due to mechanical problems in San Francisco—and had to report to work on Monday. The first week back was full of work, but a little lonely. Not many people were around—and everyone here had families to go home to at night. After about a week of watching way too much Game of Thrones at night, new teachers all started to arrive. Kurt, James, and I took turns meeting them at the airport and taking them to their apartments.

And then…it was orientation time. During new teacher orientation, returning teachers started trickling in. Before the whole staff orientation, we held a barbeque at the school so new and old teachers could mix and mingle.

Since then, we’ve been up and running. We’ve had kinks to work out—a smaller recess space, a new lunch system, but the new teachers are all very positive and energetic. I really enjoy having them all here and can tell it’s going to be a good year! It’s always a shift when old teachers—especially ones you’ve known for years!—leave, but I convince myself that, hey, now I just have many more countries in the world that have a built in tour guide for me.

So the official first day of school was 17th and for the past 10 days—minus two days when I was knocked down by strep—it’s been work hard during the week, cut loose on the weekends. One of the highlights of my year thus far was getting Lucy—who has been here for 5 years—to go to the Jellyfish (a stupid, loud, obnoxious, can-actually-be-really-fun night club) for the first time ever last night. I thank her niece for helping me chart that victory!

Okay, it is time for dinner, maybe a phone call to the states, then most assuredly, bed. ❤

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赶上 – Catching Up

There has been so much going on around here that I never seem to have time to sit, decompress, and ruminate on my existence. But a friend has a doctor’s appointment today and I’m here in the waiting room, which is the perfect opportunity to catch family and friends up on life a bit.

After my last post, friends and I journeyed to Lijiang. I took videos instead of photos with the idea of cobbling them into a short video diary of the trip. But, as I can’t seem to find the time to edit them down, I currently have close to 3 hours worth of video of this amazing trip to this cute city. Someday I’ll finish. But probably not until Christmas break.

After that, I came back and worked for a few weeks then headed out again for Chinese National Week. This time, I journeyed to Amsterdam and Nottingham and London to see canals, Meghan, Robin Hood, “Pemberley,” Jamie, Big Ben, and Kensington. When I left Chengdu on October 1, temperatures were stretching up into the 90s. Europe was very autumnal by comparison. I spent 24 hours in Amsterdam, taking a canal tour, downing pumpkin spiced lattes, and enjoying the diversity of the city and its tourists.

The next day, I headed to Nottingham to see my sister. I won’t write too much about this as you can read pretty much the entire adventure here. There was one day she didn’t write about though as she was in class whilst I wandered the city. Nottingham is full of the kindest individuals who were so interested in talking about US politics, China, the history of Nottingham, the “must-see” attractions, and the journeys life has had in store for them. I would love to go back to central England and preferred it in so many ways to London, the only English city I had been to up until that point.

But I was flying back to Chengdu from London. So after days of enjoying the small city feel of Nottingham, the trip south was a necessity. Meghan and I took a train to London where, again, Meghan wrote about the journey, so I won’t.

After Meghan left to return to north, I waited at St. Pancras train station for the amazing Jamie, whom I had also had the pleasure of seeing in NYC this summer. Between that night and the next afternoon, when I hopped on a plane, we went for drinks, had coffee (…I think that was just me), saw The Globe Theatre, explored the grounds of Kensington, and meandered through a Whole Foods. Then it was back to China, where jetlag killed me for the better part of a week.

I only worked for 4 days, however, when I flew to Zhuhai. There I met up with Natalie to learn the ins and outs of a testing system we use. Over the course of the weekend, I also had the chance to meet new people, see a few old friends who used to live in Chengdu, and still work on ordering items for our Fall Festival. The weekend flew by and soon I was headed back, again, to Chengdu.

I’ve been back for a crazy week now…a week that has been full of viruses and conferences, of communicating and networking. There have definitely been a few highlights to this week though, despite how busy it has been. I met Alexia, a friend of Alicia’s, who sat with us for a few hours telling us about her recent trip to North Korea. I saw teachers work their wonders in their meetings with parents. And finally, I met a few American guys in Tongzilin, exchanged contact information, and now have new friends with whom I have been chatting about life in Asia and the current political climate of the US.

I have a crazy amount of work—all computer based—to do today, so I’m going to go put on a movie and start knocking everything out! Hope your autumn is treating you as wonderfully as mine is!

一個真正的倒退: A Real “Throw-” back

So after a summer exploring the states and parts of Canada, I returned to Chengdu, China for year 3.  I’ve been back in Sichuan for a month already; an insanely busy month, full of school work, friends, course work, and sleep.  And it occurs to me that there is still so much I have neglected to show you on this blog: food (hot pot and dim sum), trips (to the Panda Base, Sanya, Hanoi & Halong Bay, Taiwan, and Xishuangbanna), and just everyday craziness around Chengdu (construction, school, murder mystery parties, whatever else is going on).  I will try to be better to devoting more time to writing.

This coming week, we have a 6 day work-week: 4 days with students (including a back-to-school night), and 2 days of professional development.  I have so much to do to get ready for Friday & Saturday!  But the following week, we only have a 3-day work week after which I’m heading down to the Yunnan province, which is a deliciously beautiful part of China.

Actually, depending where you go in the Yunnan province, the area may not even feel like China.  Last April, Kerensa and I flew to Xishuangbanna for their annual Water Throwing Festival.  Xishuangbanna is an autonomous prefecture in the far south of the Yunnan province, which is located in the south-west area of China.  The majority of people in Xishuangbanna are not the Chinese Han, but the Dai people, closely related to people in Thailand, Laos, and Myanmar.  Xishuangbanna actually sits close to these countries as well, butting up to Myanmar and only a river’s width from Laos.  As such, all the signs are in two (sometimes 3) languages: Chinese and some script that looks marvelously similar to Thai (and English, if you’re lucky).

Although a prefecture of only about 1 million (compared, let’s say, to Chengdu’s 14 million), there were plenty of people in the city of Jinghong, where Kerensa and I were staying.  I could write about everything we did there, all related to the Water Throwing Festival, but this video I came across explains it so much more concisely:

The coolest part of the festival, by far, was the actual day of the water throwing.  This next video are some photos I took of the festivities, set to the Piano Guy’s Cello Ascends.  (An aside: these musicians are amazing!  Buy their music, see them in concert, become as obsessed as I am!)

I suppose it is time to get back to being productive for the evening.  Thanks for checking in!

 

乘坐出租车在成都 – A Chengdu Taxi Ride

it’s a lite-brite night in the chengdu sky
and, taxi back, smile split
i sit
staring at a ship that fell out of the water
and tumbled into the middle
of 14 million pairs of eyes and arms
that point and stare a why.
the songs of jamming drummers may
cover the question,
but it’s still too early
and even if it weren’t,
the honking
completely
drowns the sanity.
blackness stretches before us,
punctuated with the
nontranslations
that serve no purpose
other than laugh elicitors.
tunnels reflect constant noise
of rurring engines
as we weave beyond
ebikes and walkers and buses.
the black grows darker still around approaching headlights
until the purple lights in the plastic trees
(recalling a distinctly american vibe)
guide me–
softly–
home.

周二旅游-Tourist Tuesday: New Chips on the Block

One of the marvelous things about living abroad is how interesting and funny things are the first time you see them.  Although the novelty has long worn off, I was smart enough to snap photos the first time I went to a grocery store in China.  Now there are many interesting things in a grocery store in China: an aisle full of myriad types of soy sauce, massive bags of rice, containers piled high with unwrapped meat, and fish swimming about waiting for a hungry customer to instigate their demise.  But for a food that doesn’t hit too far from home, we have chips.

In America, we have Lay’s chips with the flavors Sour Cream & Onion, Barbecue, Ranch, Salt & Pepper, etc.  Aside from the “Do Us a Flavor” contest entries, these all sound pretty normal.  In China, flavors are a bit different…

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Pepper and Chicken Flavor

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Italian Red Meat Flavor

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Fermented Soy Bean Prawn Flavor

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And, of course, American Classic Flavor

Sadly, I didn’t get shots of the Numb and Spicy Hot Pot Flavor or the Finger Licking Braised Pork Flavor.  I’ve even heard rumors that there’s a Blueberry Flavor over here somewhere, but have yet to come across it!

 

周二旅游-Tourist Tuesday: A Look at Chengdu

So I’ve had a friend or two comment that, although I’m living in China, I don’t really show China that much on my blog.

Fair enough.

As any traveler knows, the longer you are in a place, the harder it is for you to differentiate between the ordinary and the culturally diverse.  I am so accustomed to seeing people spitting on the streets, watching children run in split seam pants, and witnessing Ikea dates that none of it really seems that noteworthy.

But I’m going to try to remember things that excited me the first time I saw them.  And what better place to start than shao kao?

Shao kao is Mandarin for “ridiculously delicious (and possibly spicy enough to render you unconscious) barbecue.”

Restaurants and street vendors open and close all the time here in China, but when I moved to Chengdu over a year and a half ago, there were many shao kao places within a five minute walk.  This led me to having it about once or twice a week, often after a night at the bar or after dragging a late-working friend away from his desk.  Alas, most of these places are closed now, but there are still some street vendors that set up shop around dusk to serve this Chinese treat.

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Shao kao starts with you grabbing a basket.  You fill it up with meat, thinly sliced potatoes, lotus root, tofu, eggs, and whatever else you see that grabs your attention.  Permanent shao kao establishments usually have a refrigerator to house these while street vendors often just lay these choices out on their cart.  It’s all so delicious looking that you never really think about how long food has been sitting out.  That being said…I have yet to get sick from shao kao.

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After loading up your basket, you hand it to the man or woman 20140811_185821behind the grill.  They will cook your food to crisp perfection, usually pouring an insane amount of spices (if you order it “la”) over your food.  Sometimes, if you are as foreign looking as I am, however, they assume you can’t handle the spiciness and tone things down for you.

Regardless of whether your food is “la” or “bu la,” shao kao pairs very well with a cold beer (which, in China, is pretty much flavored water*)20140811_191538

While you sip your watery beer, your food is brought to you as it is prepared.

Sit back and enjoy, one skewer at a time!

后期突破更新 – A Late Break Update

I’m sorry for my blog blackout.  The truth is, a lot has happened since my last post, work wise, sicknesses have been going around the school, and, truth be told, I’ve just been lazy.  But it’s time to update about at least part of the holiday break, especially considering we’re about to have another break for Chinese New Year in one week.

In 2014, I spent Christmastime relaxing in Bali, Indonesia, hitting up the beaches, enjoying the nightlife, and playing with monkeys.  In 2015, Christmas break was a tad more hectic, with a tour of 6 cities in 3 countries (and one “Special Administrative Region”).  So I figured that in order to fully parse this adventure, I would create a separate blog entry for each city I visited.

Except for this entry: Shenzhen and Hong Kong.

If you ever need to get from Hong Kong to Shenzhen (in mainland China) easily, I suggest taking a ferry (although, it’s a little pricey at 220 Hong Kong Dollars).  My Christmas journey began with one such ferry ride after I flew from Chengdu to Hong Kong.  Despite being on an “international” flight, I never actually went through customs in Hong Kong.  When I landed, I followed well-marked signs in the airport and boarded a ferry over to Shenzhen.  The customs line to get back into China was…non-existent as I just walked up to a counter, handed my passport over, and waited all of 30 seconds to have yet another China stamp.  (Make sure, of course, that you have the appropriate visa when visiting!)

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Welcome to Shenzhen

Once I made it through customs in Shenzhen, I met with my friend Melissa, who had worked in Chengdu last year.  We took a bus back to her place where I met her dog, Rocket.  She showed me the area she lived; about a block away from Decathlon and Walmart.  That night, Yang—another former Chengdu resident—invited us to Taps for drinks and dinner.  The beer was a bit pricey but tasty.  The food menu…left a bit to be desired.  But, never mind, I wasn’t there for the food or the drinks.  I was there to see Yang and her beautiful daughter, Ashley, who spent the entire evening being fawned over and passed from friend to friend.

We spent the remainder of the night in SeaWorld.  If you, dear reader, ever visit Shenzhen, I suggest you drop by.  SeaWorld is a large area of restaurants, shops, bars, and hotels built around a ship (that itself houses a hotel).  There is also a small water show every night.  That first night in Shenzhen, we caught the tail end of the water show, but over the course of my time in Shenzhen, I found myself at SeaWorld often,  whether meeting up with friends for drinks, going dancing, or even getting new visa photos near the metro.

After a few days in Shenzhen, exploring the city and seeing friends from last year, Melissa and I headed, via the Hong Kong Express bus this time (only 40RMB!), to Hong Kong.  

We made our way to the Empire Hotel Kowloon, where we were staying for one night.  The hotel was in a great location, only a few blocks from where the bus dropped us off.  When we got to the hotel, we asked if we could pay for the airport shuttle the next morning.  The front desk told us our flight was too early.  Ah, well, a taxi it would be.

Not wanting to hang in the hotel room all night, Melissa and I hit the town, eating at the wonderful little Koh-i-Noor Indian Restaurant.  It was in an old building and a little bizarre to get to, but the food was delicious and–this is always the test for me with any cuisine; do the natives like it–was being enjoyed by a number of Indian families as well.  After dinner, we walked down by the bay, saw part of the terrible laser light show that, for some reason is always advertised as being “splendid,” warmed ourselves up with some Starbucks, and settled in to watch a holiday light show.  I still don’t really understand what I saw, but the phrase, “Don’t forget the pink penguin” has seared itself into my brain.

At this point, Melissa and I were freezing and we knew that at 5am we had to get ready to head to the airport for our flight to Hong Kong.  So we returned to the hotel and stopped at the front desk.  Could they call a cab for us in the morning?  “No.  We don’t do that.”  Could we have the number of a cab company in Hong Kong?  “No.  Just go outside and hail one.”  Clearly, this hotel did not pride itself on customer service.  We asked if they could give us a wake-up call and that they agreed to.  Melissa and I were determined not to let frustration ruin the remainder of our night.  We returned to the hotel room, enjoyed unfettered wifi and uncensored news broadcasts and turned in early to be up in time for our flight to sunny and–we hoped–warmer Siem Reap.

中国的黄金周 – China’s Golden Week

Swtspontaneous recently asked me what China’s National (or Golden, as they say) Week is.  The official version, as I mentioned last year when I fled to Hong Kong, is…National Day (and Golden Week) celebrates the anniversary of the founding of the People’s Republic of China in 1949.

But this really doesn’t give you a great depiction of how National Week is celebrated.  Basically, imagine a billion people…about 1/7 of the world’s population.  Now imagine them all living in one country.  Oh, hi there China!  Now imagine all 1 billion people going on vacation…at the exact same time.  Clearly, this is slightly exaggerated, but the government does mandate vacation days during this time, so millions upon millions of people travel.

To help explain Golden Week a bit more, I found this short video:

But again, that video shows you the official China version of the holiday.  This video, aired at the end of this year’s Golden Week, is what we get to see if we stay in mainland China:

Finally, one last video!  While some of it just gives you a view of the foothills of the Himalayas–where I have yet to see–the open shots of this video are all from around Chengdu during this year’s Golden Week.

So, I hope these videos help explain a bit more about China’s National Day!  Thanks for your questions!  Please, keep them coming!