<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:25:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Skip and a Hop to China!</title><subtitle type='html'>Join me as I travel just a skip and a hop across the ocean to China! I will be living in the beautiful city of Shuangpai in the Hunan Province for 6 months teaching English. I can't wait to share with my family and friends my adventures while I live in China!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-8066744704986681814</id><published>2009-05-04T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:21:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At the school I live in a complex with some of the other teachers. Sam and mine apartments are on the bottom of the complex and are a lot bigger than the other teachers. Anyways, a few of the teachers have little families with one or two kids. There are about 5 or 6 kids total. All of them re so adorable. Four of them are my favorite. They aren’t sisters but they hang out together all the time. I wish I knew their names but they are all in Chinese. Two are 4 years old and the others are 2, I think. Often they will come running up to my door and knock on it. They then giggle and talk in Chinese to me. I just smile and tickle them. When I have candy I give some to them. They love it. When I give them candy or I tickle them they giggle and squeal with delight. It reminds me so much of Alaina and Abby. For the last few weeks when they come to see me they call me Ayee or Aunt. Its so cute!! Since Autumn isn’t married I don’t have any nieces. I’m so glad that they adopted me as their aunt. One day after coming home from a holiday. I heard knocking at my door and went to answer it. It was one of my nieces with her hair all braided in pigtails and with cute hair pretties in it. I said Ni hao and she giggled and ran away. She ran out the door of our porch and yelled something to the other girls in Chinese. The only word that I understood was Ayee. I guess she yelled something about Ayee being back because three of my other nieces came running to my door. It was adorable. I just felt such love for them. They missed me!! I wish I could just take them home with me to America. But I don’t think their parents would approve. I am happy to be their aunt now and it will be very hard to leave them when I go back to America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331972711417646610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sf747lggDhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YrDUc70oIiU/s320/IMG_0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-8066744704986681814?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/8066744704986681814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunt-amy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/8066744704986681814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/8066744704986681814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunt-amy.html' title='Aunt Amy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sf747lggDhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YrDUc70oIiU/s72-c/IMG_0492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-7466834323348999432</id><published>2009-04-15T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:26:28.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Guacamole!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324911542003688690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXi1bmB5PI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qPILyy1ivwI/s320/IMG_0938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, ok it has been way to stinking long since I have posted. I am terribly sorry!! I know that there are a quite a few people following this blog and really want to know what is going on while I am here in China. I'm sorry for not being more persistant in my updates. So here is part of whats been going on. A few weeks ago, on Sunday, two of Sam's students, Christina and Allen, invited us to go on a picnic. We both were really excited to go. I thought that it was going to be like an American picnic. You know, the food, watermelon, some frisbee and football action. I was wrong. We met in a park and hung out there for a few minutes and then Christina informed us that we were going hiking up to the top of the mountain near the school. At first I was suprised and then I thought, "Ok, it will be fun and not that difficult. I can manage." I was wearing long jeans with nilons underneath from work, my red wool jacket, and just my brown shoes. Both Sam and I weren't really prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324912162736354482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXjZkAOtLI/AAAAAAAAANY/d6zpYXu7nug/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful day! The hike was really fun. It was great to be with Sam's students and to see him interact with them. It was a really warm day so 20 minutes into the hike I was sweating and I had to take off my coat. The sky was clear so we had a great view of the city the whole way up. At first the hike was in a kind of shaded area with some trees and then when we got to the base of the mountain there weren't anymore trees. Allen said that a few weeks ago there was a fire that burned down the trees. Having no trees made the hike a little hot since there wasn't any shade but it was still a lot of fun. The students were singing songs in Chinese as they climbed and Sam and I sang a few for them. I felt like I was back at home hiking with my family!! They asked us questions about America. It was great! There were about 30 or 40 students total. There was one part of the mountain that was really hard to climb. The trail seemed to go straight up the mountain. Christina and I stayed together while Sam and Allen raced to see who could get up to the top. Christina and I stopped quite a few times to rest. It was so hot!! It was probably 80 degrees that day with no shade. I just kept telling myself that we were almost there. Finally we made it to the top. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXsIXWZ_9I/AAAAAAAAANg/KpM1QxzztnI/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324921762886582226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXsIXWZ_9I/AAAAAAAAANg/KpM1QxzztnI/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the top was AMAZING!! You could see the whole city and the valley. On the top of the mountain is a radio tower and a building that you can sit in and look at the view. On the other side of the mountain we could see the dam. The view was so great. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXsnih-2gI/AAAAAAAAANo/RLNOX-8VMnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922298463869442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXsnih-2gI/AAAAAAAAANo/RLNOX-8VMnQ/s200/IMG_0928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so proud of myself for climbing this huge moutain! Everyone just sat and rested. People started pulling out candy and other food to eat. I guess this is where the picnic comes in. Sam and I ate some candy and took pictures with the students.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324923845809491538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXuBm17TlI/AAAAAAAAANw/laCi-cCrG2U/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We sat on the mountain top for about an hour and then we started the decent home. It was a lot eaiser! We seemed to get down so much faster. The whole day was great! I'm so glad that I went hiking with Sam and his students. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324923848826456658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXuByFOilI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7k0OWVkDS-Y/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324923860712682834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXuCeXH9VI/AAAAAAAAAOI/au-_6TTwyIU/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324923856269539442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXuCNzy-HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lNb9iLL-2Fk/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-7466834323348999432?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/7466834323348999432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-guacamole.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/7466834323348999432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/7466834323348999432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-guacamole.html' title='Holy Guacamole!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SeXi1bmB5PI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qPILyy1ivwI/s72-c/IMG_0938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-1838151435535481867</id><published>2009-03-27T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:54:05.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Well</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry that I haven't posted anything new lately. I have been really busy with teaching. Also our internet has been acting up and sometimes won't work the whole day and even then it is very slow. Things are going great here in Shuangpai. I love it here! The people are so kind and are so willing to help. I have made many friends with the students and some people around the town. I might go shopping tomorrow with a girl that Sam and I met the first week we were here in Shuangpai. I am excited! She is such a sweetheart!  Two Sundays ago I went hiking with Sam and one of his classes up a mountain close to the school. It was a lot of fun!! I will put up pictures of it tomorrow and tell ya'll more about it. Other than hiking and classes not much has been going on. I hope that all is well at home and that everyone is doing great!! Love ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-1838151435535481867?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/1838151435535481867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/1838151435535481867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/1838151435535481867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-well.html' title='Doing Well'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-440127521925894144</id><published>2009-03-09T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:30:12.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a Beautiful Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUw27U4CuI/AAAAAAAAALo/coNqX2zLdQU/s1600-h/My+favorite+Class+229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311205055749688034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUw27U4CuI/AAAAAAAAALo/coNqX2zLdQU/s320/My+favorite+Class+229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was so fantastic!!! It rained all last week and was really cold so I was so ready for a change in the weather. When I looked outside it was sunny and warm without a cloud in the sky!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUyaI71IEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iajtNE2Qo0U/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206760209784898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUyaI71IEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iajtNE2Qo0U/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I woke up in a great mood too!! You know those days where&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUl1RsEi4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/GY1WrtMo5SU/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;you wake up in a great mood for really no reason? That was today! I think it partly could be that my birthday is on Thursday but also because the weather was so great. For some reason I just felt like today and this week was going to be great! As I got ready for the day I started to sing really loud "Oh, What a Beautiful Day" from Oklahoma. I have always liked this song and the words fit perfectly to today. Everything was going my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10:30am class in room 229 was amazing!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311207751589483154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUzT2HK0pI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HbqM8ubsbzk/s320/Class+229.JPG" border="0" /&gt; When I walked into class there was a gift sitting on the desk with a card. My students had bought me a gift!!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbU0GF-Ww_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/taJb__AB_v0/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311208614840943602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbU0GF-Ww_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/taJb__AB_v0/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also had on the computer the Happy Birthday song and&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUyaZHN79I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Z1xsOr0Pk-8/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206764552515538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUyaZHN79I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Z1xsOr0Pk-8/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they sang it for me!! By the end of them singing I was teary eyed! It was so sweet of them to get me a gift! I didn't &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUmawameWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lX2lX-Cs_hQ/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;expect any of my classes to do anything for&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUmtuK_NII/AAAAAAAAAKo/wlutBfKO03o/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;my birthday. I opened the card, which was funny because on the front it said "Happy Birthday!! We always wondered if we were cut out to be parents."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbU0GJEmAsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Xj6kFyoTqK0/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311208615672414914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbU0GJEmAsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Xj6kFyoTqK0/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what that means coming from my students but it was very sweet. The gift was a snowglobe! It has little angels in it. It is so cute!!! After I thanked them for their gift we had class. I taught my students about adjectives and we played a game. We played Catch Phrase. They really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311210436972650898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbU1wJ8aIZI/AAAAAAAAANI/IgHBsqCm6YU/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My next class didn't start until 2:30 and the weather was so beautiful I decided to go on a bike ride. Sam played basketball so I went by myself. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbU1PahJUdI/AAAAAAAAANA/8OU4US7gop8/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311209874486022610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbU1PahJUdI/AAAAAAAAANA/8OU4US7gop8/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was great! I headed out of town the same way that Sam and I went on a bike ride before. The scenery is so amazing! Not even 15 feet out of town and it is country. The mountains are close to the road. All along the road are rice fields and some old houses. Trees line the road and there are little patches of trees here and there but it isn't until the montains that there are more. Right now the fields are green with the sprouts of rice. There are also yellow flowers growing. A little bit past t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUya0YSiwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zRUfGhrIK70/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206771871877890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUya0YSiwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zRUfGhrIK70/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he bridge in the picture on the right &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUrjKu7PeI/AAAAAAAAALI/yVVzKM8RHcA/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there is a road that goes to the left. I saw a few cars go on it today and I decided to see where it went. I also wanted to get away from the cars on the road. It is scary to be riding my bike as they pass! I'm so afraid that one will hit me! Once I turned onto this little road to the left everything seemed to go quiet. I turned off my ipod and just listened. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUrjeUfqcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GN-JhVrROZU/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was nothing! Just the rippling sound of stream close to the road and the wind in the trees &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbU0HezAJcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z95PLdIBuII/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311208638684079554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbU0HezAJcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z95PLdIBuII/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but nothing else. As I took in this beautiful sight I realized how much people miss. We go about our day to day lives with ipods on and phones to our ears, that rarely do we stop and just take in what is around us. I couldn't believe just how peaceful it was when the busy road was just 100 feet away. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUybhI1J0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3aq_hIV73LE/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206783886632770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUybhI1J0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3aq_hIV73LE/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have stayed there for another hour or so but I had to go back and teach my classes. Hopefully this weather will last and I will get to go out and take more pictures (knock on wood!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUuk70bZGI/AAAAAAAAALg/JSXpbUXQE50/s1600-h/My+favorite+Class+229.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-440127521925894144?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/440127521925894144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-what-beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/440127521925894144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/440127521925894144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-what-beautiful-day.html' title='Oh What a Beautiful Day!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SbUw27U4CuI/AAAAAAAAALo/coNqX2zLdQU/s72-c/My+favorite+Class+229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-5951053736647983700</id><published>2009-03-04T05:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:30:55.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sa6KQ3esj0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/voGVBVyf9b0/s1600-h/_MG_5266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333033091632962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sa6KQ3esj0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/voGVBVyf9b0/s400/_MG_5266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are many parents following my blog who have daughters adopted from Shuangpai. I am so excited to be able to share with you my experiences and pictures from the city where your daughters were born. I hope that through my blog you will be able share with your daughters when they are older where they are from. I have such a deep love for China. It is not just from studying the rich history or culture that China has. Rather, it is from these two little girls in the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family adopted two gems from China. Alaina, at the top of the slide, is 6 years old from  Jaingsu province and Abby, at the bottom, is almost 3 and is from Fujian province. My family started the long adoption process about 6 years ago when &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sa6M3hxYNJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MJqByqxbQ4o/s1600-h/_MG_5335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309335896302564498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sa6M3hxYNJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MJqByqxbQ4o/s320/_MG_5335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my parents knew that our family wasn't quite complete. They had heard about how girls were being abandoned all over China and knew that there were two who were meant to be in our family.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sa6N8pAEUJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tDk1Vm5WXV0/s1600-h/_MG_5288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309337083654197394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sa6N8pAEUJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tDk1Vm5WXV0/s320/_MG_5288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole process was long and both times were delayed but in the end, my family received the greatest gifts ever. My 3 biological siblings and I love these girls and cannot see our family without them. We love them just as if my mom gave birth to them. From the first moment we saw their tiny passport size picture with our referral we were in love!! Everyday I look at these girls and just think of what there life would have been like in China. I am so grateful to have these girls in my life. When the opportunity came that I could live in China teaching English I thought of my sisters. I knew that it would be a once in a lifetime chance for me to be able to live where they lived. I want to be able to go home and tell them about how amazing the people are and how rich the culture is. I am excited to be able to show them pictures of their homeland and to tell them about it. I can't wait to experience more that China has to offer so I can tell my sisters about it. I hope that by living here and telling them my story it will help them somehow with understanding their past which will make their future all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309339933223760482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sa6QigeZMmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/R6WyGMTu68s/s320/IMG_0867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-5951053736647983700?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/5951053736647983700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-am-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/5951053736647983700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/5951053736647983700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-am-here.html' title='Why I am Here'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sa6KQ3esj0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/voGVBVyf9b0/s72-c/_MG_5266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-3086972610985300318</id><published>2009-02-26T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:33:44.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Aint Like Momma Fixed It!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SawF1zjKnEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1_S-sFjz9co/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308624482691882050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SawF1zjKnEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1_S-sFjz9co/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I think was the first time that I truly wished I was home!!!!! I miss my momma's good ol' Southern cookin' complete with a stick of butter and plenty of love. Sam and I have been cooking for ourselves for the last week. I wanted to try something from home, chicken noodle soup. I went to the market two days ago and bought a chicken, complete with head, feet, and some feathers.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SawJk1Y3wgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KGniC8Dpjpo/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308628589174309378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SawJk1Y3wgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KGniC8Dpjpo/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also bought some vegetables, noodles, and chicken bouillon.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SawG5A_CmGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iMTRZh5IXYg/s1600-h/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308625637349693538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SawG5A_CmGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iMTRZh5IXYg/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so excited when I got home to start cooking. I started to boil the chicken. I couldn't cut off the foot or wing so I just left it on there. EWW!!! While that was boiling I cut up the veggies. Adding the veggies to the broth and letting those cook together I started the task of getting the meat off the chicken. What meat??? There was nothing on this scrawny chicken!! I overcooked it, I think, which is better than under cooking it when I wasn't sure exactly how long it had been sitting in the market. At this point I was starting to lose confidence in this soup. Adding what little meat I could find on that chicken and the noodles I left the concoction to stew. Oh, I also added the chicken bouillion and some white pepper. When it was done it tasted nothing like my mom's chicken noodle soup. Sam was so brave and tried some of it. He said that it could be saved if I just maybe added some water. Way to be the optimist Sam!! I tried that and it didn't work!! I think that chicken bouillion was what made it taste bad or the white pepper. All I know is that Sam and I later went out to eat at a resturant instead of eating my soup. I ended up not touching it and throwing away the whole batch! Oh well, at least I get points for trying right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-3086972610985300318?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/3086972610985300318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-aint-like-momma-fixed-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3086972610985300318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3086972610985300318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-aint-like-momma-fixed-it.html' title='It Aint Like Momma Fixed It!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SawF1zjKnEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1_S-sFjz9co/s72-c/IMG_0675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-3465244651091245092</id><published>2009-02-26T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:06:52.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SavyJ5wzwAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wblH8tbJoKA/s1600-h/IMG_0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308602837724545026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SavyJ5wzwAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wblH8tbJoKA/s320/IMG_0488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning I went to the market to buy some veggies for my grand attempt at chicken noodle soup. I love going to the market and just walking around. There is something about it that is so fascinating. When I was walking home I heard the loud noise of firecrackers going off. As I looked over to see what was making that loud noise I saw these beautiful colorful discs. There are many shops here in Shuangpai where people make these circles out of tissue paper and tree limbs. At first, I thought that they were for some kind of celebration coming up but I later found out, through my students, that they are for funerals. Anyways, after the fireworks I saw a row of people carrying these discs with ribbons on them. I realized that it wasn't some kind of parade but rather a funeral percessional. I walked toward the street and started to take out my camera. After the people walked by with the colorful discs a dragon was next. It was one of those dragons that people stand under. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sav_XBoJRQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4YvCKOpJFno/s1600-h/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308617356825150722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sav_XBoJRQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4YvCKOpJFno/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every once and a while the dragon would stop and the people underneath it would make it dance. As you can see in the video. The noise in the background is all the firecrackers that were going off. Sorry its sideways!!!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-11f0e9285fb83902" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D11f0e9285fb83902%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330102105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E4E6EE757F960728C34BAB510C175C93A1F9A3C.5E1CE1CACF34DE37996D82461023DA824B818C84%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11f0e9285fb83902%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D57DGg0mHRIZ1qBqJ1vb1qBC3PSM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D11f0e9285fb83902%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330102105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E4E6EE757F960728C34BAB510C175C93A1F9A3C.5E1CE1CACF34DE37996D82461023DA824B818C84%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11f0e9285fb83902%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D57DGg0mHRIZ1qBqJ1vb1qBC3PSM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;It was mezmerizing to see this dragon dance. I then realized that I should stop taking pictures and just watch what was happening. I think that it would have been disrespectful for me to continue to take pictures. Cars followed the dragon and then the coffin. It was held up by men with wooden beams. It was coverd with colorful paper and with white. The family followed in front of it wearing white. White in China is a symbol of mourning. As I watched the family pass by I couldn't help but feel sad for them. They held a picture of an old man. A father, brother, grandfather, or friend to probably many people in the crowd and more importantly to the people in front of the coffin. It made me think of my family and of the loved ones that I have had pass away. I am so grateful for my family. I realized once again how percious life is, even here in China. Each moment is so priceless that we must make the most of each and value each moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-3465244651091245092?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=11f0e9285fb83902&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/3465244651091245092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinese-funeral.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3465244651091245092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3465244651091245092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinese-funeral.html' title='Chinese Funeral'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SavyJ5wzwAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wblH8tbJoKA/s72-c/IMG_0488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-3044053125033000933</id><published>2009-02-26T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:08:07.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sae3mOqtJgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7wGHVgNScQM/s1600-h/oreo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307412553279546882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sae3mOqtJgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7wGHVgNScQM/s400/oreo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found the food that they will be serving in heaven!! OREOS!!!! ok ok at least having them here in China is heaven!! Sam and I found them at the store today!! I'm so excited!! It is amazing how finding a little bit of home can make your day brighter. I have already eaten a whole sleave and a half just in one sitting. The chocolate creme filled kind are the best but the peanut butter kind are good too! I'm going to have to start running a few miles everyday just to be able to eat a few of them. haha oh well!! I'm so glad to have this little pick me up for days that go crummy or just for movies nights. Just writing this post has made me hungry for a few. All I need is milk that doesn't taste like apples and I will be set!!! Is there anyway to send milk in FedEx for next day delivery???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-3044053125033000933?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/3044053125033000933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/oreos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3044053125033000933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3044053125033000933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/oreos.html' title='Oreos!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Sae3mOqtJgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7wGHVgNScQM/s72-c/oreo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-3620205838166818350</id><published>2009-02-24T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:45:56.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No DUI in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Saeq50L0HHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jhtrh-lbGSk/s1600-h/DUI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307398596116880498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Saeq50L0HHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jhtrh-lbGSk/s320/DUI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for the record, I have never drunk a single glass of beer, wine, or any other alcohol in my life! My parents don't drink and none of my friends do so I have never really been around drunk people until I came here to China. Holy Cow! People drink alcohol here like its water at dinner! Whenever Sam and I go to dinner with our liaison and his buddies they drink. I have been offered beer but I kindly refuse them and ask for Coca Cola. I am learning to love Coca Cola and hot water. One time when we went out to eat with our liaison it was quite an experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a few weeks ago before I started teaching. Our liaison Russell invited us to go have dinner with him and a few of his classmates who were teachers here at the middle school. Sam and I accepted and headed to dinner on the back of Russell's motorcycle. Those things are meant to only hold two people but we somehow managed to fit three on it. It must have been a shock for the people in town to see two white Americans on the back of a motorcycle. I clung to Sam as we weaved through cars and buses to get to the restaurant. I have never been a fan of motorcycles ever since my dad got in a wreck on his and broke his collar bone. I flinched whenever we started to get close to a car. Finally we made it to the restaurant in one piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Sam and I were introduced to everyone. Besides our liaison only one other person spoke English. They were all smoking and drinking. I sat down by this man who was smoking and Sam sat next to me and to Russell. As we I sat down they brought out new bottles of golden liquor that I think was beer. The man to my left set it right in front of me expecting me to, I think, start pouring a glass. When we convinced everyone that we didn't drink and that we wanted Coca-Cola they brought in the food. The food was really good! I'm really starting to love the food here and its spiciness. Anyways, the whole time we were eating everyone was drinking. In China it is custom to toast people at the table during dinner, usually with alcohol. They finished a box of probably 10 beers in 30 min. and kept going!! Sam and I started to feel a little uncomfortable. Russell kept on leaning over to Sam and saying, "I'm almost drunk I'm almost drunk" or "I'm very drunk!" after he said that he proceeded to drink more!!! Sam and I finally looked at each other and said that we are definately not riding back with Russell on his bike!! Sam asked Russell if he would get a DUI for drinking so much and driving his bike. He told us no. We left dinner early saying that we needed to call our families for Valentines day. We said goodbye and started walking home. Needless to say it was great to get out of the small smoky room full of drunk people and have some fresh air. It was definately an expirience that I will never forget! Sam and I now look back on it and laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-3620205838166818350?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/3620205838166818350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-dui-in-china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3620205838166818350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3620205838166818350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-dui-in-china.html' title='No DUI in China'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/Saeq50L0HHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jhtrh-lbGSk/s72-c/DUI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-6115335729197977286</id><published>2009-02-23T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:53:26.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305974707462914770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKb4lmIwtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HVu027HG-z0/s320/IMG_0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The market..... it is so difficult to descirbe every aspect of it. There are so many sounds, smells, and colors there. Early each morning the shop keepers come and set up their goods to be sold that day. The market is set up in a small ally way in between two buildings. Colorful umbrellas are set up to give shade above the shoppers. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKcgX8ZWxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ArRPnXXIHQw/s1600-h/IMG_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305975390992947986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKcgX8ZWxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ArRPnXXIHQw/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you stand at one end of the ally and look at the market, it looks like a forest with trees of multiple &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKeXdTq8sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/azqOQ-KklIw/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305977436837180098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKeXdTq8sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/azqOQ-KklIw/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;colors. And under their leaves are little ants scurring around carrying the things that they need for the day. It sometimes is so busy that you have to push your way through the crowd to even see what is on the other side of the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food is not the only thing sold. Clothing, shoes, farming tools, kitchen ware, and a plethra of other things but a majority of the items that can be found is food. Vegtables are sold by little old women who carry the veggies on their shoulders in little baskets. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKhQGN2WDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5rIAlbvt_X8/s1600-h/IMG_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305980608914544690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKhQGN2WDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5rIAlbvt_X8/s200/IMG_0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their clothes are dirty and if you even look at their goods for two seconds they are instantly trying to ask how many you want. Sometimes it is difficult to turn down these women. They look so worn and tired. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKhgyrEueI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xdISsSUq0Lc/s1600-h/IMG_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305980895726189026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKhgyrEueI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xdISsSUq0Lc/s200/IMG_0469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish that I could buy all of their vegtables and a hot bowl of soup too just to warm them up. The fruit is sold in bins. Apples, oranges, bananas, grapes, pears, pineapple, dragon fruit, and watermelon are a few of the produce sold along with some local fruit that I do not know the name of. The oranges, pears, and watermelon is often wrapped up in a kind of foam netting to protect it. All of the fruit that I have gotten is really good. We have been advised to buy only fruit that can be peeled. I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKjaU-RBbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sxqZ75HEA38/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305982983697663410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKjaU-RBbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sxqZ75HEA38/s200/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;usually soak my fruit in pure water with a little bleach to clean it and then I peel it. So far I haven't gotten really sick (knock on wood). The only time I did feel a little under the weather was just for one day when I had a stomach ache. But the next day I felt fine. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKlLaZsNOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hXU2sBUfxD0/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305984926480086242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKlLaZsNOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hXU2sBUfxD0/s200/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meat here is sold on cutting board out in the open. The meat isn't wrapped up and refridgerated. It is sold in chunks that sometimes still have hoofs or snouts still attached. As you saw in my last post they aren't afraid to eat anything.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305984262124250866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKkkve6pvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KsW5aou4MpU/s200/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The only meat that I have bought is eggs. I'm too afraid to buy the meat that has been sitting out in the open. I just keep thinking that the FDA would definately not approve of this market!! Sometimes I have to hold my breath as a walk past the meat. The smell is overwhelming. Fish is sold still alive in little pools on the ground. Some of the fishes in the pools are dead but the merchants doesn't seem to worried about it. The fishes range from little minnows and mud dwellers to ones that look like huge catfish. Frogs, snakes, and turtles are also sold in pools. I think I'll pass on the frogs eww! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKnOOo1gdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8ZwWF4XSnaw/s1600-h/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987173885247954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKnOOo1gdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8ZwWF4XSnaw/s200/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spices and herbs can be found everywhere. As I walked down the street, on each side of the ally I saw huge bags of peppers and powders that look really spicy. Mushrooms are sold too along with the spices. I wish that I knew which spice was which so that I could buy them. The only thing that I put in the food that I cook is salt and a jar of this spicy paste I bought that my mom uses in fried rice.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKniGiQUcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/odfuDxsp6S4/s1600-h/IMG_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987515307545026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKniGiQUcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/odfuDxsp6S4/s200/IMG_0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam and I are both cluless when it comes to spices.  Although this market is completely different than the WINCO that I to shop at at home, I love it here! I love how busy it is and how different it is from anything that I expected and know at home. To me, it just makes this expirience in China more rich and unique. I love to go shopping here!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-6115335729197977286?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/6115335729197977286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/market.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/6115335729197977286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/6115335729197977286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/market.html' title='The Market'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SaKb4lmIwtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HVu027HG-z0/s72-c/IMG_0474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-6525451829086957828</id><published>2009-02-18T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:20:10.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog...... Its whats for dinner!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzOW18JdMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oUvR-OUOQjE/s1600-h/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304341352967402690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzOW18JdMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oUvR-OUOQjE/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzNQ9_0V6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/g6SO-H-W9QA/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304340152539436962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzNQ9_0V6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/g6SO-H-W9QA/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wondered what mom is making for dinner?? Moms, here is a great solution to that age old question. Dog!! You can buy it at any local Chinese market. Complete with the tail or paw still attached. It is great in protein and other nutrients. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304340911710473138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzN9KITC7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/2CDtdLIefgg/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or if you can bring yourself to buying dog with the fur or limbs attached you can buy it in a bag! Complete with a picture of a Lab or Huskey on the front so you can know what you are buying!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304342127242924834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzPD6V0UyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6CJQDB93CQc/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304342121315575634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzPDkQoJ1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/hnpWygNWKSU/s320/IMG_0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously not making this up!!! I saw this in the market here in Shuangpai!! It was so gross!!! Now whenever we see a live stray walking around the street Sam and I always joke that that is what we are going to eat for lunch or dinner. So needless to say don't bring our dog here to China. It just might end up on your plate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-6525451829086957828?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/6525451829086957828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/dog-its-whats-for-dinner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/6525451829086957828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/6525451829086957828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/dog-its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='Dog...... Its whats for dinner!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzOW18JdMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oUvR-OUOQjE/s72-c/IMG_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-3354483635171242081</id><published>2009-02-18T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:50:10.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzF1OSkpNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/88cwuCrMmMA/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304331979295335634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzF1OSkpNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/88cwuCrMmMA/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the people here!! Especially the children. Everytime I walk down the street people stare at me but when I say hello they are so friendly. They smile and say it back. The staring is a little unerving at times but I am getting used to it. Many of the students giggle as I pass but they love to say "Hallo!!!" Here are a few pictures of the people here in Shaungpai.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304331979087064546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzF1Ng6reI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_NfykC9lUzU/s320/IMG_0485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304331981930332514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzF1YGzgWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/e7J8DRjaY6s/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304331974366443250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzF077btvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GiDCJXJz7Kw/s320/IMG_0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The kids in these next pictures were so cute!! I saw them when I was taking a walk. They were playing in a lot beside their house. They were playing with sticks and with some of the garbage that lined was in the ditch. But when they saw me they all stopped and stared. When I started to take pictures they laughed and wanted to see my camera. The boy in the orange stripes would call out to the other kids and also pose for pictures. He was such a ham!! All of them would pose for a picture and then run to me to see it. They laughed and did that about 10 times. They couldn't get enough of it!! The boy in the orange stripes would even push some of the other kids so I could just get a picture of him. It was great! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304333424035862834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzHJUXjmTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nhA7lPuxg7Y/s320/IMG_0499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304333432527953234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzHJ0AOnVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VwVho4yGeIQ/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304333437964905362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzHKIQf65I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JzW1CNH-oyk/s320/IMG_0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304334660021331810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzIRQxdJ2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/4883da5N7n8/s320/IMG_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304334658447755650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzIRK6SSYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ReiOMCDuUNU/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304334657191689970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzIRGO0PvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UYrL_CPpmI8/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304334652528936290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzIQ03IRWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4SDANN4GFlI/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304333438039592946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzHKIiTj_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_AeLmMlZCbA/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304333444271104210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzHKfwA4NI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xc7mSNZ2Plc/s320/IMG_0514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304329503982472786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzDlJB_zlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jYTfzdI-Dpc/s400/IMG_0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-3354483635171242081?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/3354483635171242081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3354483635171242081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/3354483635171242081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/people.html' title='The People'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZzF1OSkpNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/88cwuCrMmMA/s72-c/IMG_0484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-2707544858068005558</id><published>2009-02-15T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:17:31.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuangpai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl6P-ExOsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R0oHwV2kVkw/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303404450985097922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl6P-ExOsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R0oHwV2kVkw/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that I haven't written in a while. It has be very busy trying to get ready for classes to start and cleaning my apartment. I arrived in Shuangpai two days ago. It is amazing here!! The town is small which is great. I love small towns!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl8edwsImI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kgYTguQvewU/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303406899032236642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl8edwsImI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kgYTguQvewU/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The streets are in some places lined with garbage but they are also lined with trees.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl9rKqxcdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cKyHUS9qyeg/s1600-h/IMG_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303408216757072338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl9rKqxcdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cKyHUS9qyeg/s200/IMG_0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the day the air is filled with a cocofeny of sounds from the motorcycles, taxis, buses, and the people. But at night and in the early morning the town is very quiet. Shaungpai lies in the mountains so the ride up was very bumpy and filled with twists and turns but I loved it! In the distance the mountains hide behind a layer of mist and fog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl_RfK5L1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/miKnHHldyiI/s1600-h/IMG_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409974607163218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl_RfK5L1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/miKnHHldyiI/s200/IMG_0495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people here are so friendly! They stare a lot but when you say ni hao to them they smile and stay it back. I haven't seen any other Americans here in Shuangpai so Sam and I are quite the celebrities here. Even people on their motorcycles will stare at us as we walk by, which isn't all that safe. The students that walk by giggle as we pass them. Its really weird to be stared at all the time but I am slowly getting used to it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl_RWoOWkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2SL0bg_4gbc/s1600-h/IMG_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409972314266178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl_RWoOWkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2SL0bg_4gbc/s200/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their clothes are very simple and often dirty but their smiles are always so warm and friendly. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZmBS2En2cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_8hT37ys33w/s1600-h/IMG_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303412196958001602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZmBS2En2cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_8hT37ys33w/s200/IMG_0489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many people are so helpful too. They will go out of their way to help us with anything that we need. Sam and I have made some friends from the students on campus. Leon and Jason. They have showed us around town and have been willing to help with anything we need. Its great since both of us don't know that much Chinese yet. We have offered to help them with their English in exchange for help with our Chinese. I am very excited to have that help. In town when people start talking to us we have to say " wo bu dong" , I don't understand, which can be frustrating. I wish I could understand them!! I want to ask so many questions. I want to get to know these great people here in Shuangpai. Luckily I have 5 months to learn!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-2707544858068005558?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/2707544858068005558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/shuangpai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/2707544858068005558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/2707544858068005558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/shuangpai.html' title='Shuangpai'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZl6P-ExOsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R0oHwV2kVkw/s72-c/IMG_0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-4826055914045233140</id><published>2009-02-09T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:21:47.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunan food</title><content type='html'>Holy moly!!! The food here is spicy!! Talk about clearing your sinuses!!! I knew that food in Hunan was spicy but I had no idea it was this spicy. Every time I eat I feel like my lips are going to burn off!! I love the food here! It is nothing like Chinese food back at home! In Hong Kong when we would go to eat each dish had such a variety of colors and flavors. My first meal in China was at this small resturant by the docks in Hong Kong. It was a chicken chow mein. It was very mild but way good!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302493273723142002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZY9ieQqf3I/AAAAAAAAADs/P5-tCvnlhhM/s200/IMG_0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This picture is of part of our group eating. We had to split our group into 2 tables.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZY9AVsYQ3I/AAAAAAAAADk/UO_VobI1UN8/s1600-h/IMG_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302492687307916146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZY9AVsYQ3I/AAAAAAAAADk/UO_VobI1UN8/s200/IMG_0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left to right is Sam, Anna, Savannah, Megan, Danielle and Melinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Changsha we ate dinner at the hotel. Lany, our leason bought us dinner. It was so good! The Chinese eat many courses each varying from veggies to fish to chicken and beef. She had the cooks make it not as spicy. It was still very spicy to me. Just imagine that you eat a halbenaro pepper with Tabasco sauce... thats about how spicy it was! My favorite dish was the fish. I'm not sure what kind of fish it was but it was delicious! I even at one of the fish eyes! Hey when in Rome!!! It really wasn't that bad! It tasted like the spicies that were on the fish so it wasn't fishy at all and the texture was a little slimmy and crunchy. Yum!! lol &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302499540582509314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZZDPQIXqwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fIXi8JtA5Mo/s200/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302498723354295394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZZCfrt-vGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5JJkH4cjiwg/s200/IMG_0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-4826055914045233140?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/4826055914045233140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/hunan-food.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/4826055914045233140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/4826055914045233140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/hunan-food.html' title='Hunan food'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZY9ieQqf3I/AAAAAAAAADs/P5-tCvnlhhM/s72-c/IMG_0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-4442002251403697129</id><published>2009-02-06T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:03:41.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to see the Temple!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZLZpyvK8KI/AAAAAAAAADM/H_gJo7o9AEw/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301539023385981090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZLZpyvK8KI/AAAAAAAAADM/H_gJo7o9AEw/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple is absolutely amazing!!!!! I feel so blessed to be able to go there and to serve there. For those of you who don't know I am a member of the &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/"&gt;Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. &lt;/a&gt;I love being a member of this great church and to have the Gospel in my life. The temple is a place where member can go and be closer to God and to recieve guidance. The Hong Kong temple was built right in the middle of the city. Right next to it are two huge buildings and it is right next to busy Cornwall Street. But once you enter inside it is completly quiet and peaceful. The spirit was so strong. I didn't want to leave. When I was in there I wished that my family could be there with me. The people serving in the temple were so sweet and helpful. It amazed me that no matter where you go in the world there are people in the church who are so sweet and are so willing to serve others. I hope that when we come back to Hong Kong again in a few months that I will again be able to go to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;               After we went to the temple my group exchanged money. One US dollar is about 7.5 Hong Kong dollars. It was awesome to exchange 50 US dollars and to get about 375 back. The money here is so beautiful. It was pictures of lions and trees. The coins are also really unique. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZY0QFR2PNI/AAAAAAAAADc/txpvMP1GsJg/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302483062174923986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZY0QFR2PNI/AAAAAAAAADc/txpvMP1GsJg/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have coins that are 1,2, 5, and 10 dollars along with the normal cent coins. The 2 dollar bill has a wavy edge that looks like a flower. Its really cool. The malls here are HUGE!!!!!! They are like 4 or 5 stories and have a ton of really nice shops. A lot of the brand names that we have in the states can be found here, which was kind of suprising to me. I love it here in Hong Kong. There are alot of people here that smoke. Pretty much everyone does which can be pretty overwhelming sometimes. They smoke everwhere not just outside in every building and even in resturants while they are eating. Its really gross!! My clothes reak with the stench of cigarettes but I am slowly getting used to it. Other than that small detail the city is nice. Suprisingly it is very green here. All of the streets are tree lined. The parks are really nice with tons of trees. The weather is still really humid but warm. I love it!!! I can finally start to wear shorts!!! My only problem is that I am so white and pasty that I will probably blind the poor Chinese people that I meet. Maybe I should just start handing out sunglasses to everyone I meet so that won't lose their sight. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-4442002251403697129?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/4442002251403697129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-to-see-temple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/4442002251403697129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/4442002251403697129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I love to see the Temple!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZLZpyvK8KI/AAAAAAAAADM/H_gJo7o9AEw/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-582528994287559588</id><published>2009-02-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:46:44.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling to Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>      I flew from Portland to San Francisco today. Saying goodbye to all of Oregon's lovely greenness and all of my loved ones there was hard but I was so excited to be finally on my journey. When I arrived at the San Fran airport I walked over the the international airport and waited for my flight. While I was waiting I met some of the others from my group who would be joining me on this adventure. All of them were really nice and we all became friends instantly. When it was finally time to board our plane I began to get a little nervous. I couldn't believe that I was actually leaving my country that I love dearly and my comfort zone completely to live in China!!! Even now as I write this I can't believe it. Quickly though my overwhelming excitment came back.  I finally also met Sam Brubaker. He is my teacher partner in Shuangpai. He is from California and a really sweet guy. I am excited to get to know him better and to be teaching with him. Finally our flight was called and we boarded the plane. We flew Cathay Pacific airline.  The plane was HUGE!!!! It was two stories. Each seat had its own tv with a ton of movies to watch. I sat&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZLUdKuT3mI/AAAAAAAAADE/VQygS9KX6ZM/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301533308928384610" /&gt; next to these two Chinese women who didn't speak any English. The funny thing about it though was when they fell asleep they held little oranges to their noses while they slept. I guess it was some kind of comfort or it just smelt good I have no idea!! The flight seemed like an eternity!! I only slept like 5 or 6 hours. I was able to walk around and stretch my legs which was nice. I arrived in Hong Kong 6 am their time on the 6th. We completely skipped the 5th which was kind of weird! It is so humid here!! I can't believe it! I broke into a sweat within the first 10 seconds of being off the plane. We took our luggage to the bus which to me seemed like miles away. It was then that I wish I had packed lighter!! My bag seemed like lead in my hands and with every step it seemed to weigh more. My hands began to throb after a while but I continued just thinking to myself that it was only a few steps more before I could lay my bags down for a second. Soon we will arrived at the temple housing where we will be staying for the next two days. Today has been a long day but I have loved every moment!!! I will tell you in my next post everything about it. I love you all and miss you so much!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-582528994287559588?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/582528994287559588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/traveling-to-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/582528994287559588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/582528994287559588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/traveling-to-hong-kong.html' title='Traveling to Hong Kong'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SZLUdKuT3mI/AAAAAAAAADE/VQygS9KX6ZM/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-8435967677550220654</id><published>2009-02-04T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:58:02.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bags are packed and I'm ready to go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SYoykRfp_CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E00e6kCPM2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SYoykRfp_CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E00e6kCPM2Y/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299103510307666978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;         This is it!!!! I have be waiting for this moment for a long time and now its finally here!!! Packing was a nightmare but I finally fit my whole life into two suitcases! I can not even begin to describe how excited I am to be leaving on this grand adventure!!! It was hard leaving my family. I hugged my mom and dad at least 20 times. My little sisters Alaina and Abby were really hard to leave because they kept telling me how much they missed me and that they wanted to go. I wish that I could just pack them in my suitcases!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       I'm sitting here at my gate waiting for my flight to San Francisco. I can't wait!!!! Its going to be a long next few days. But I can't wait to get going!!! I will try to update as soon as I can. I don't know how good the internet will be in Hong Kong.  But I will try to update you all very soon!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-8435967677550220654?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/8435967677550220654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bags-are-packed-and-im-ready-to-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/8435967677550220654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/8435967677550220654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bags-are-packed-and-im-ready-to-go.html' title='My bags are packed and I&apos;m ready to go!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SYoykRfp_CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E00e6kCPM2Y/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-2684570202404643363</id><published>2009-01-17T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:36:53.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunan Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of Hunan. &lt;div&gt;This is Shuangpai. I think this picture was taken of the soccer fields at my school. You can see the mountains in the background which are part of a huge mountain range. &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SXJM9wzvH-I/AAAAAAAAACM/qc9nj5Fmm_w/s320/Pic5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292377136071385058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These next few are of a national park in Hunan called Zhang Jia Jie. Its goregous!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SXJOud0JcJI/AAAAAAAAACs/tqoaWYfarEg/s320/61656010.HacTHxzn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292379072298053778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SXJOuJ_CcNI/AAAAAAAAACk/3F8I0XnnGRM/s320/Waterfalls+in+jungle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292379066975023314" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SXJOuDc4MXI/AAAAAAAAACc/uPu3xivzt20/s320/Mountains.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292379065221132658" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SXJNo6_00UI/AAAAAAAAACU/zP7ollc3xnk/s320/Village+in+valley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292377877540819266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-2684570202404643363?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/2684570202404643363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/01/hunan-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/2684570202404643363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/2684570202404643363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/01/hunan-pictures.html' title='Hunan Pictures'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SXJM9wzvH-I/AAAAAAAAACM/qc9nj5Fmm_w/s72-c/Pic5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309988118765197908.post-5003258566482526221</id><published>2009-01-16T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:06:02.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuangpai here I come!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SXGOxtSP2xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eH7HTESEp-U/s1600-h/Hunan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SXGOxtSP2xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eH7HTESEp-U/s320/Hunan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292168021757909778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I'm leaving in 17 days!!! I can't believe it!! I guess I should tell ya'll where it is exactly I am going to be living for 6 months. I am going to be living in the beautiful city of Shuangpai which is in the Hunan Province. Hunan is in south eastern China not quite on the coast. Its on the same latitude as Texas and the South so it will be hot and humid. Yahoo! I can work on my tan while I'm there..... or freckles. haha. Shuangpai is a small town in the southern part of Hunan.   There isn't a lot of Western influence so I will be right in the thick of China and its rich culture. I'm so excited! It will be a great opportunity to get to know the people and how they live everyday life. The down side to that is that their won't be a Burger King or Craigo's near by to satisfy by cravings or Ben and Jerry's to comfort me after a rough day. The food there will be very different but I am up to the challenge!! I love rice and noodles so I will be living off of that. Hunan is known for their very spicy food. I mean not just a little bit of Tabasco hot but burn your tongue off hot!! Yikes!! Hopefully I will be able to get used to it! I will and when I come back I will have an iron tongue that can eat any spicy food!!  I can't wait!!! It hasn't really hit me that I'm leaving the country for 6 months!! I feel so blessed that I have this wonderful opportunity to live in China. I have such a deep love for China and its people. Having two adopted sister has been a huge part of why I have that love and also why I am going there. I'm way excited!! If you can't already tell. Well, I best be off. But I will keep ya'll posted! I will also put up some pictures of Shuangpai and of the surrounding area. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309988118765197908-5003258566482526221?l=skippingtochina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/feeds/5003258566482526221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/01/shuangpai-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/5003258566482526221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309988118765197908/posts/default/5003258566482526221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingtochina.blogspot.com/2009/01/shuangpai-here-i-come.html' title='Shuangpai here I come!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615547296419792339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SSpokEp8mdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fpO9wlxvNQM/S220/IMG_1242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQ8tmFgiOgg/SXGOxtSP2xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eH7HTESEp-U/s72-c/Hunan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
