Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Day 961 Colors abound

Despite the fact that Beijing is in an Orange Alert
(AQI 101-150) through Saturday, and it was purple
on Sunday (AQI was 238) and red yesterday (AQI
was 193) everything is coming up colorful for spring.

All of these beautiful blooming trees and flowers
were on the walk through my apartment complex
on my way home from school this afteroon.

Forsythia was the first to bloom about two weeks ago.

There are several varieties of red bud trees here.

Lilacs; my favorite!

Magnolia trees; my momma's favorite :)

The cherry blossoms smell so good!

I love the beautiful shades of spring green.

...and the wee little baby irises.

As I stepped into the courtyard, 'MY' lilac bush
is now loaded with blooms.  That's what a sunny, 70
degree day will do for them, as they were tightly closed
 buds on my way to school this morning. I took off my mask
and buried my nose in them for a few minutes....just because.

These are near the entrance to my apartment,
and I think they are some type of wild rose?
All I know is that sticking my nose in this one
made me start sneezing!

And as I stepped up the walk to my building,
#24, Tower 4...the willow trees now have their
leaves...which is my favorite kind of tree.

Sometimes, Beijing can be beautiful :)
I hope spring has sprung where ever you are.

G'nite, y'all!



Sunday, March 5, 2017

Day 930 Two firsts in the 'jing

With the second semester well underway, and the onset of spring is at hand, it has become abundantly clear that I am in a season of firsts and lasts here in Beijing.  I want to savor these moments with my Chinese babies.  I want to enjoy 'my hometown' and all that it has to offer.  This has been a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I have been so richly blessed by it.  I have grown and changed in so many ways, by stretching out of my own comfort zones (my home, family, friends, and work in the US) these past three years.  It has been exhilarating, confusing, frustrating, challenging, inspiring, and one helluva an adventure, to say the very least.

With the weather breaking, and it being a 'good air' day, (I never would have imagined my daily activities would be dictated by whether it was a 'good air day' or a 'bad air day'- we take SO MUCH for granted back home) I decided to stretch my legs and wander around the HouHai lakes region. I sent out a wechat call to anyone who might care to join me, and I was so happy that Margaret, one of our new art teachers, took the bait!

Say 'ni hao' to Margaret from Chicago- one incredibly
talented artist and teacher, and just a really cool person!

Even in the most frustrating of times, I always
manage to come across something that makes me
smile.  China is so flippin' weird sometimes!
This shop owner laid a rug on the sidewalk for
his dog (not so weird), but he had a chick
clipped to his head, and eyeglass frames on his
face (beyond weird).  And if that don't beat all,
the dog basked in the sun like all was normal.
I felt embarrassed for him. Truly.
Our first stop was the Bell Tower.

Before my move to China, the concept of cities having Drum and Bell Towers was new to me, but most ancient cities have them.  These date back to Kublai Kahn, grandson to Genghis Kahn. He was an Emperor of China in the Yuan Dynasty around 1260.  The towers once stood at the northern edge of the city, but as Beijing's boundaries continue to expand, they are now near the city center and the second ring road.  While the original towers were wooden, and eventually destroyed by fire, the bell tower was reconstructed in 1747.  The drum tower, however, is largely intact from Emperor Yongle's time during the Ming Dynasty of the 1420's. The drum and bell towers played a significant role in the daily life of the Mongols.  


See the 'mao'? (cat in Mandarin)
The first order of business was to climb the
sixty-nine STEEP stairs to the top of the Bell Tower.

The day officially began, and the city's gates
were opened, when the bell was struck at 7:00am.
It can be heard from 20km (12 miles) away!


There was a series of beautiful wood carvings depicting the
building of the tower and the hanging of the bell.
The detail was incredible.

The bell 'marked time' from dusk to dawn-
including when  it was time to go to bed!

It was a gorgeous view of the city from up there, from the single story tiled roof hutongs of
yesteryear, to the high rises of today, all framed by the Westerlies mountains.

Next, we crossed the plaza to the Drum Tower.

I am a sucker for doors....I can only wonder
who all must have passed through these doors
the last several centuries.

I did not know that the Chinese were the inventors
of several different methods of time-keeping.
This is a Beilou; read below...

There are twenty four replica drums, and under the leadership
of one main watchman's drum, they would together mark
 time at various points throughout the day and evening hours.


This is the only original drum that remains, and it is
in quite a state of disrepair.  The drum head was cow hide.

And then a 'first' happened for me, out marched the time
keepers to give a demonstration!


The drum cadence got all the more intricate
and complicated, but not a one missed a beat.
The sound was deafening, but it was so cool!

We looked out of the Drum Tower to the HouHai
lakes area, and decided to make our way down
to the hutong for a late lunch/brunch.

No doubt it was steep, uneven stairs!

We went to Four Corners, one of my favorite hang outs.
They have a delicious menu with interesting names.,,
I did not order the lumbersexual!

They do strange things to waffles here in China, so I opted
for another 'first'; an egg, sweet potato mash and pulled pork
waffle with red cabbage slaw and syrup on the side.
It was surprisingly DELISH!

After all of that delicious food and a hot milk tea, it was a good thing I was wearing my fitbit.  Even with the subways rides, it was a 15,000+ steps kind of day; over 7 miles!  I will miss that about city life; exercise has never been so easy- it's just a part of your daily life of living in the 'jing!

G'nite, y'all!

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Day 923 Touring in my hometown!

I had a Sunday breakfast date with my friend Deanna at the
NEW Dunkin Donuts that opened up over the winter break
 at Yonganli by the Silk Street Market.  There is no better
place for some girl time, than over coffee and Dunkin Donuts
(which were still China-style donuts, but surprisingly tasty!)

Beyond the pollution, the cold, long winters in Beijing, the spitting and squatting, the language barrier, and anything else you may want to throw in with the list of complaints about The Chinese Way, BAR NONE, the most difficult and challenging part of living abroad is when bad things happen back at home, 

and you are not there for it.  

It is a crippling grief to lose a significant friend or family member when you are so far from home.

How well I know.  

Now my friend, Deanna, is in the same boat, as she unexpectedly lost her father over CNY.  I am so happy for her that she was able to fly home to New York before CNY, to spend some much needed time with him when his health became critical.  I am sad for her, that she was not able to be with him when his time on this Earth came.  I am sad for her, too, that she was not with her friends and family 'back home' in the early days that followed his passing.  There is safety and comfort in numbers, particularly in grief, and it is so difficult to navigate all of the memories and emotions, the good and the bad, without the company of your close friends and family members around you, who are all in the same boat as you.  

I SO GET IT.  

Losing Mom unexpectedly this past September, and finding my way through the messiness of grief and recovery has damn near taken me down, seriously down, on multiple occasions.  

I wanted to Deanna to know, in as best as I am able, I understand. 

And here, have another donut.  :) 

While Deanna has the good fortune of having her husband and son with her here in Beijing, I was surprised when I started naming off places to go and things to do for the afternoon, to which she responded with, "I haven't been there yet.  No, we haven't done that either."  My response was "Guuuuuuurrrrrrlllll, it is time for you to be a tourist in your own hometown-  Starting today!"

So we did.

Fortified with donuts, coffee, and full water bottles, we first headed toward Tiananmen Square and Forbidden City.  As we popped up from the subway, I pointed out the National Theater (the Egg), the Great Hall of the People, the National Museum, and the War Memorial statue at the center of Tsquare.  I was going to take her to meet Mao and his portrait at the South Gate of Forbidden City, but the pedestrian traffic was NUTS.  It was a glorious blue sky Sunday morning, with spring like weather, and everyone seemed to be taking advantage of the warmer temperatures to visit FC.  

Instead, we made a detour, walked along the walled border of Forbidden City, past the West Gate of the Imperial Museum, and around the moat to the North Gate.  From there, we crossed the street to Jingshan Park, and paid all of 2rmb (that's thirty cents) for a glorious afternoon in the park! 


It was a beautiful walk around the moat.  I have never seen the
water so clear.  How about those watch towers???

You can imagine what it must have been like
centuries ago, when it was a walled city.
Now the Forbidden City is home to about
900 empty buildings and the Imperial Museum.
Dancing in the park is the norm in China,
no music is really necessary!
Our destination was the temple at the top of Jingshan hill.
Here you get the best views of Forbidden City.  You can
also see the Egg (the National Theater) to the right.

Another view of the moat and watch tower.


As I was enjoying the 360 degree views of the city,
I caught this guy pointing his camera my way, lol.
It was the perfect day to take in Beijing!  This is the Beihai
lakes area, with the White Pagoda to the left.
The air was clear enough to see the mountains, too!

I snapped a photo of the photographer :)

A sneaky peek in to the temple- no photos allowed.
Gorgeous architecture- see the Chinese dragons?

Selfie- with the Forbidden City behind us- just like tourists!

panoramic view


Momma was giving this little Chinese nugget a history lesson :)

We decided to hike down the back side of the hill.

I'm glad we did, because I saw a 'first' today, and
I have been to this park many, many times. This was
the site where Emperor Chongzhen, in the 17th
year of his reign, had the Forbidden City fortress
invaded in a peasant uprising led by Li Zicheng.
The Emperor escaped out the back, ran in to
Jingshan park and hung himself.  This is not the
same tree, but another that was planted in it's place.

True to being tourists, we bought refrigerator magnets, I got
a unique city map as a keepsake, and we bought this popular
street food.  You can get any variety of fruit, that has been
dipped in a sticky sugary coating. It's kind of like candied
apples, only different. Deanna had strawberries, and I
had oranges and kiwis. They were messy, but soooo tasty!

It was a lovely afternoon, in the presence of a wonderful woman.
After we bid our goodbyes, I returned to my apartment complex,
but I wasn't ready to leave the sunshine just yet. I sandwiched
myself between the old folks, listening to them chittering
about their grandbabies, ailments, and what to eat for dinner.
(I'm only guessing; I don't speak Chinese!)

It really didn't matter what they were saying.
With my face to the sun, I was the happiest girl in China :)


G'nite, y'all!