Yes, this is the inside of the hospital. Scary dirty.
Due to the toxic cocktail I imbibe daily consisting of pollutants infused with the DNA sprayed on me in the subway and streets by the millions of my spit-happy Chinese commuter pals, I have acute bronchitis that will JUST NOT GO AWAY. The first doctor I visited a few weeks ago was very blasé about the whole “coughing a lung up” sad story I told him but now, weeks later, I found a more sympathetic lady doc who gave me not one but four new prescriptions to chase away the “haziness” she saw on my lung x-rays. After riding down in the service elevator from the exam room to the x-ray room, I followed the nurse into a storage closet housing old equipment that was piled haphazardly on the floors and covered with used patient gowns. Talk about inspiring confidence in their medical system! She instructed me to strip and put on the gown that she held out for me. When in China!
Closet piled with crap and also my changing room before x-rays.
Nurse averted her eyes while I followed her command, stripped, suited up and stepped out into a very old huge 1970’s x-ray machine to get pictures taken of my chest. What they lack in hygiene (the hospital was old, filthy and had peeling paint everywhere) they made up for in quickness as the doctor and I were viewing my x-ray just twenty minutes later and discussing courses of treatment. I got herbal expectorants AND antibiotics AND steroids AND inhalers to chase out the very bad persistent shit living in me right now, hopefully temporarily…thank you AQI’s of 150+ every day. I actually had to make a chart for all the meds with all the directions and cautions (do not take with milk, do take with food, take 30 minutes before food, etc.). HOLY. HELL.
I have a trip to the U.S. coming up in two weeks and it cannot come soon enough. Dr. Ken, Here I Come! Modern medicine is something we take for granted in the United States but here in China, I know for a fact that if I get any type of serious injury or sickness, I am opting for the Medical Evacuation Clause in my contact and getting the Hell out of here to fly home or Hong Kong if I need a quicker landing. I hear Hong Kong hospitals aren’t the house of horrors like they are here. They can’t be worse. Prayers are needed-big time. Now, I have to figure out what pill to take next. Updates to come.
Some might call us pampered after reading this story but, hey, life can be rough here in China so we have embraced the spa culture here with open arms…and backs and feet and hands and… well,you get the idea, right? Sure, we get our cookies and groceries delivered to our door but only because the toxic air outside makes it less appealing to walk to the stores and restaurants. Of course we have an Ayi but all Expat’s do and it’s our way to help the local economy by employing Pink, who takes sure good care of us. I wonder if she’ll consider a move to Boise eventually. I think if we had a car/driver like most expats do, we would be stupid spoiled. However, we do keep it real daily by taking the subway and walking the streets like locals, which means we are nimble and can dodge the spitballs and pools of bodily fluid with the best of them. Thus, the need to be pampered thoroughly and often by Dragonfly Massage, our chosen oasis of serenity and happiness….ahhhh….
2 for 88rmb cocktails plus free pizza & munchies at Isola and the view is priceless
When offered the Dragonfly Spring Special to receive an additional 1000RMB in gift certificates if we renewed our 5000RMB VIP membership, we were all over it. WHY, YES PLEASE! When we opted for the VIP Package with Dragonfly in late fall, we thought it would last a really long time—surely a year. How many massages does a couple need, really? Turns out the answer to that question is LOTS! As our massage date nights have become more frequent, one might say addictive, the VIP card balance was declining rapidly so we both deemed it necessary and prudent to allocate serious funds to continue our habit. We’ll just eat less. Sure. That’s it.
Happy Hour at Isola at the IFC Mall in Pudong with view of the Pearl Tower
Friday night rolled around and so we set off to enjoy Happy Hour and then on to a night of Mani/Pedi’s. When Morton’s was too busy and couldn’t fit us in, we went next door to Isola and enjoyed the floor to ceiling view of the Pearl Tower and excellent service. After toasting the good life in Shanghai and quaffing down a few martini’s and pizza (just 88RMB for 2 drinks/free food–saving $$ for massages), we descended into the subterranean lower levels of the swanky IFC Mall in Pudong to Dragonfly.
Thom being a mani/pedi virgin, his feet and hands needed some serious attention. His cuticles were crying for attention, well more like screaming in madness, and his lucky salonist had the honor of clipping and chopping enough of Thom’s DNA off to create a Thom MiniMe. Looking like shaved parmesian curls only far less appetizing, the dead skin peeled off Thom’s foot in panels and covered the floor. Get these ladies a Roomba!
Thom feeling pampered
As I snapped photos and Thom joked around, his salonist laughed and thought Thom was hilarious, which of course he is. Thom, ambivalent about the whole mani/pedi process before trying it, is now a huge fan and considering a return visit soon. It is addictive to have those clean cuticles!
Leaving Dragonfly a shoe size smaller and light on our feet, we walked home and rested up for a second round of spa treatments on Saturday morning.
Facial Time!
Using our free spa packages that we won at the Irish Ball, we arrived at the Jungle Spa bright and early Saturday morning (that’s 10 a.m. in China–no one moves early here) for our facials and massages. While we had lotions and potions applied to our skin and she launched an attack on my nose with a sharp instrument, our feet basked in a foot sauna machine with rolling balls of wonderful torture. Spoiled? I reflected on that as she rubbed my head. Okay, maybe. We were both new to facials and decided that we might have to add this to our rotation of spa treatments. With skin as soft as a baby bottom and looking 10 years younger at least (perhaps there was some aroma therapy going on too that made us hallucinate) we headed off to pamper the rest of our bodies with a 70 minute hot oil stone full body massage.
In a room for two, we put on the teeny tiny undergarments provided (let’s hope they only use once and throw away) and laid face down on the table. These lovely little ladies proceeded to thump..HARD…knead and dig into our muscles with such gusto that at one point as she bent my elbow back to press into my own flesh, I cried out “NO” and stopped it cold before a bone snapped. Damn, those hot stones (not pebbles but big ass rocks) were being rubbed into my spine as the hot oil just dripped off, running down my face onto the floor. I have never had a massage that touched almost every part of my body with a few square inches of exception. I wonder what she thought of my Chinese “Happiness” tatoo that only Thom had seen up to now. Bet they chatted about that after we left-those crazy Laowai’s that we are!
Thom’s massage outfit was a bit larger than mine!My massage outfit-yep, that’s it!
Dripping oil, we showered off and compared notes on what got rubbed and how it felt. Thom was glad I was in the room with him so there were no “happy endings” though this was a nice legit place so I’m sure THAT never happens there. Thom said he could hear my back bones cracking and wondered if I would survive to walk another day. Now, he didn’t stop to ask during the massage if I was okay because he was enjoying his so much but nice to know he thought about me. Surprisingly, though it did hurt ALOT during the massage, I was still able to get up off the table and take a walk afterward with no ill effects. HALLELUJAH! We look forward to taking our friends, Larry and Patti, here when they visit us. Patti may never go back to Indiana after a full day spa treatment in Shanghai.
Now, as the rain beats down hard, I am happy that I am wrapped in a soft, warm blanket at home, smooth skin and all, getting ready for a House of Cards marathon with my best friend..after nap time, of course. What an exhausting day!
BEST. COOKIE. EVER. Trust me, these thighs don’t lie. Yes, I know eating dense, chewy, flavorful cookies isn’t necessarily the healthiest food choice. I also know life is short and living is hard in China. Cookies for dinner? What a great idea! Having found Strictly Cookies, it’s hard not to place that next order when the last cookie has crumbled. Oh, did I forget to say that THEY DELIVER. Yes, fresh baked cookies delivered to your door at no charge. Hello, doorman? Yes, send those cookies right up… to my mouth!
Nom Nom Dessert Bar in Shanghai
Even though we could have played it the easy way and went online to order several pounds of baked bliss, I have to work off those cookie calories somehow so tonight we walked miles to go to the epicenter of all this cookie goodness and see where the magic is created. Nom Nom Dessert Café is the bakery/storefront for the Strictly Cookies empire. And by empire, I mean they are carried at a few locations in Shanghai like Egghead Bagels (best bagels in Shanghai) where I found them and also sold online, though I predict big things in the future for this entrepreneur.
What to choose-PB, Choc. Chip, Oatmeal, Choc. Brownie
Lexis Comstock founded Strictly Cookies in 2010 when she couldn’t find cookies to her standard in Shanghai. Sure, there are bakeries everywhere and carbs are easy to come by but cookies like these are rare anywhere in the world, let alone in China. I signed up for their newsletter and was rewarded with witty writing (“unsubscribe from this list because you prefer cupcakes”) and updates on the seasonal cookie selections. Got to love a gal who can bake AND write. Check them out at http://www.strictlycookies.com or on Facebook and drool all over the pics of the yummy treats–one good reason to live in Shanghai! Cookies forever and always is their motto. I agree.
Red velvet cookies with a side of cream cheese frosting. WHY YES, PLEASE. Bourbon in my cookie milkshake. BELLY UP TO THE COOKIE BAR! Mango sorbet sandwiched between chocolate chip cookies. SUMMER IN MY MOUTH.
Spring fever hit us hard this weekend. BAM! Like that f&%*ing local bus that tries to hit me every day on my morning commute. BE NIMBLE OR DIE is my mantra. And with sunny, 60+ degrees and somewhat blue skies (with the layer of pollution, they are never quite all blue), we felt revived and nimble so we shopped at a few local flower shops but decided to check out the flower market we had heard about before we purchased anything. Dreams of lounging in Ikea patio chairs surrounded by fragrant flowering plants while enjoying a glass of wine…ahhh….now, if you could do that without being coated with grey dust and dirt from the pollution, it would be perfect. Oh well, maybe there will be a day or two to enjoy our patio. One can hope and dream.
Spring has sprung at the Pudong Flower Market
After investigating where this market was located, we got a taxi and set out to explore. Not so far from our apartment, we found the multi-level green market and happily spent the next hour wandering the many stalls of plants, cut flowers, furniture, frame shops and pets aka lunch. My only wish was that I had a minivan at my beck and call to haul home LOTS of gorgeous plants. Alas, we are at the mercy of our feet or, if lucky, possibly a cab. We tried to negotiate pricing using my Chinese bargaining terms but found that the pricing, at least for Laowais, was pretty set. I got a few Yuan off my glass terrarium, my daisy bouquet and our bonsai planter. We didn’t know if we would find a taxi to take us home so we bought greenery “lite”. Good thing too because we did end up walking a mile or two in the sunshine back home with our new greenery.
While we loved seeing the turtles, fish, bunnies and other small animals, we know many will not end up as pets but rather as the main entrée or appetizer. I couldn’t stand it so I walked away quickly in denial. Thom, the bird whisperer, had a lengthy conversation with a parrot. Are you surprised?
Parrots=tastes like chicken. Sorry, Thom, I know you like chatting with them.
On the upper floors, there were many art galleries, framing shops, furniture stores and all the silk flowers. One side of the buildings was strictly for plants with huge bonsai trees that would require a crane AND a minivan to get home. Not today. On the other side were all the cut flowers. What I loved the most were these tiny hanging terrarium on ribbons. I think I may just have to go back and buy a few to hang from our curtain rods. Too cute!
Terrariums are back from the 70’s with a vengeance!
When the sun comes out, so do the umbrellas, hats, gloves and long sleeve shirts in Shanghai. Here, I’m told that as part of the culture, local gals (not the dudes) try very hard to keep their skin as light as possible. This past weekend, with beautiful sunny weather in the 60’s, we saw the ladies in full protective mode so as not to suffer the ill effects of the rays.
Cover up, the sun has come out! This lady is adding layers instead of taking them off.
Tonight watching television, one of the ads was for a Vaseline product that promised 4X lighter skin with application. REALLY??? I find that very hard to believe but, as Thom pointed out, maybe that means if you apply the white cream and don’t rub it in, your skin will be whiter. Truth in advertising, not so much.
Back in the U.S., where it is still snowing across the nation, sun worshippers would celebrate this warm weather by lathering up with tanning oil and donning their thongs. Thank goodness, they cover it all up here in China. Exposing all that bare skin is not only a recipe for skin cancer but most people really aren’t in good enough shape to be sharing their pasty flesh with others. PLEASE keep it covered!
So, I’m terribly spoiled because Thom usually accompanies me on my frequent business trips or I travel with peers who speak Chinese. This week, I went it alone, travelling to Beijing and Nanjing by my lonesome, English-speaking boring self. NEVER. AGAIN. Not only was I bored and lonely without my travel partner/best friend/hubby but he was too back in Shanghai. So we learned our lesson-it’s better together. Now, on to share with you the highlights of my LAST solo journey.
Playing the Laowai card at the train station in Shanghai ALL BY MYSELF, I walked up to the only cashier with no line who was arguing vehemently with a local woman. I know that this is the place to cash in tickets for refunds from a previous trip and no one speaks English but I marched right up, ignored the squabbling woman, who by now was really irritating the crabby cashier, probably trying to cash in a fake ticket for money, and handed Ms. Crabby my receipt and passport and smiled really big. The cashier was only too happy (well, happy is a strong word–perhaps less pissed off might be more accurate) to divert from the local woman who stomped away. Done and done—I was off to the Laowai Haven on the second floor of the terminal—Costa Coffee. They have good coffee, free wifi, nice seats and a quiet civilized atmosphere so I could work until it’s time for my bullet train to Beijing. Before settling in, I ran by one of the many kiosks selling stuff and selected a set of earbuds to use in the gym. I had to leave my set at the office to use as a sample to buy for swag for our team so I’m earbudless—not cool. There are many times in China you need to tune out the world and this trip was looking to be certainly one of them.
Four hours into the train to Beijing, let me count the MANY ways I missed Thom horribly:
*no one to watch all my possessions when I go to the bathroom, making any trips awkward and hurried as I rush back to my seat hoping everything is still there
*no one to lift my “I packed way too much stuff” luggage into the overhead on the train—in the US when you are a woman and have a big bag, almost always a guy will offer to assist but you’ll die from waiting for a dude in China to help you. Ladies, you had better work out and get some muscles if you are travelling on your own.
*no one to check the train bathroom to see if it is moderately disgusting or totally disgusting, as it gets towards the end of the journey and all the guys have sprayed their DNA around every available surface and there’s no toliet paper or paper towel left. Of course, I travel with my own tissue and hand sanitizer (don’t leave home without it, EVER!) but I miss Thom doing a recon for me to determine if I go or cross my legs till we get to the hotel. Forget using the train station bathroom as most are squats and TOTALLY revolting.
Of course, I missed Thom’s sparkling, witty conversation as well but did manage to get a lot of work done on the journey. Boring but productive!
At least the guy next to me on the train watched movies on his iPad and didn’t smell too bad, take his shoes off or hock up a lung up like the guy across the aisle. I finally threw my new earbuds on and cranked up Keith Urban to mask his frequent loud retching and snotting all over himself. I’m painting a pretty picture, right? My seat mate did order the local lunch and I had to cover my nose while he ate it—some kind of pickled cabbage threw an overwhelming smell at me that caused me to do evasive action to prevent vomiting. When going by train, pack your own food or starve. I had a lovely bagel and one of my prized Strictly Cookies peanut butter special. Carbs galore as usual because I can’t eat the mystery meats. Yum!
Finally arriving in Beijing, I can only hope Michelle Obama will chose to visit Beijing when I am there from now on. The AQI was a lovely 25, a new all time low, on the day she arrived. Coincidence? I don’t think so. I could even see the mountains in the distance, which is a true rarity and just lovely. Just like Michelle, I do tend to stand out in the crowd. While waiting in the lobby of our office building in Beijing the next day, a very charming European gentleman approached to introduce himself and ask if I would have time to be in a Dahlmer automobile video shoot in the next building. Why no, kind and handsome gentleman, I explained I was on a tight work schedule but appreciated the offer. My colleague from Italy asked if he could be a part of the experience and was excited to be able to be in a video. I’ve gotten used to people taking my picture often on the street but this was my first “official” invite to model–a new career perhaps as I enter my “mature and still not looking too bad” phase of my life??
Cereal goes with milk-except in China where yogurt is offered instead
Testing my patience to the limit and needing some basic sustenance while taking an early morning conference call, I tried to order cereal and milk for breakfast from hotel room service in Nanjing. This became a major production as I had room service calling me and running back and forth to the kitchen several times to get my simple food. Seems that they thought I should put yogurt on my cereal not milk. No thank you.. Yes, noodles would have been easier for them to understand but I just am not ready to “go local” yet and always opt for safe food that won’t have me hurling into the nearest potted plant. Ahhh, memories!
Mr. Sax Man in Nanjing
I finally forced myself out to take a walk at lunch while in Nanjing. I was rewarded with stumbling upon a lovely local park featuring part of the ancient wall and a local entertaining a group of children with his sax playing. He sat in an archway, playing his tunes and making all our lives better. Thank you, Mr. Sax Man, for showing me that even if I am by myself (which will NEVER happen again, just saying) I should take time to get out, smell the polluted air and enjoy a slice of life during my busy work days.
Back home again with Thom, we both learned from our week apart that we NEVER, EVER want that to happen again. So put on your travelling shoes, Mr. George (Cole Haans, of course for my “shoe whore”) and OFF WE GO!
Yep-a bike on a busy street in Shanghai and she’s talking on her mobile.
You see bicycles hauling stuff every day in China but at no time EVER have I seen a bike roaring down the street loaded like this one! HOLY. HELL. And she’s talking on her mobile while pedaling down this busy street in Shanghai with what looked to be a load of Styrofoam boxes held together with duct tape. That takes not only leg power and balancing but attitude as well–she is taking up a whole lane for cars who were honking and seriously peeved at her domination of the road. You go girl-PEDAL POWER!
Men in kilts, women dancing with blow up dolls, unlimited Bailey’s and Guinness=IRISH BALL! Or, as I call it, prom for grown ups who like to drink ALOT. Thom and I attended the Shanghai Irish Ball at the Shangri La Hotel last night with our buddies from Trivia Night. A table of mainly Brits enjoyed a fun-filled evening with entertainment galore, silent auctions/raffles and great food. Oh, and unlimited booze which many took full advantage of until 4 a.m. When we left after midnight, they were starting the second dinner service and the dancing/drinking was going strong.
Kilts galore, of course!
I haven’t worn a long gown for many years but loved being able to dress up fancy and step out with Thom, who never did get around to getting a tux made but looked handsome in his bow tie and black suit. Next year he wants to wear a kilt. For the ladies, it’s all about the pictures and everyone was taking photos on the balcony overlooking the Bund. I narrowly avoided catastrophe when I just missed tripping on a spotlight illuminating the huge shamrock. Visions of broken bones and teeth still haunt me as I realize the close call I had as I fumbled over it in high heels. But, God was watching over me and we proceeded to take photos for another couple in exchange for them capturing our moment as well. Everyone thought our Windows Nokia Lumia Phones took better pictures than their iPhones-of course!
The food was very good if you consider trying to serve about a thousand people simultaneously. Shrimp/tuna to start followed by pastry encased mystery soup (they said it was French Onion but no way did it taste like that) and then on to filet mignon and a delightful chocolate mousse to end. And, of course, wine/champagne/Bailey’s/whiskey–which our table of Brits took full advantage of all night.
All Dolled Up!
After dinner, we kept checking out silent auction items to ensure we were final bidders. Thom was unable to secure the gorgeous handmade console table he wanted, though I don’t know how we would have gotten it home. We did get a lovely rice basket and a painting that many thought was ugly but we loved. Our taste is definitely off center when it comes to art. Having bought last minute raffle tickets, we were surprised to win the 2nd prize of a spa/hotel/food/pearl package that included randomly a set of Irish socks as well. NICE! Of course, someone had stolen the pearls out of the bag so they have to go buy some for us. Not holding my breath on that one but the rest of the stuff is very nice. First prize would have been more awesome as it was a trip to Ireland. Next year!
All in all, a really fun evening out in Shanghai with some new friends. Life is short so you have to seize the moment and dance like there is no tomorrow. Glad I didn’t drink like there is no tomorrow though because Hannah woke us up early this morning after only a few hours of sleep to celebrate her birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY GIRL!
So, when I heard our executive retreat would be at the naked Stables Private Reserve my first thought was good luck explaining THAT on my expense report. Yikes! No, you don’t ride naked on the horses through the China countryside…ouch. The “naked” part refers to the natural, organic experience this resort creates in the Yangtze River Delta in the tiny town of Moganshan four hours outside Shanghai.
A Yurt to Call My Own
After the bus ride from Hell, where we were taking bets on how many times our bus would hit other cars (luckily only once!) we barreled up the mountain dodging log trucks on the hairpin turns. I put on my headphones and closed my eyes so as not to have a heart attack. Almost as scary as that bus ride in Vietnam. Why do I keep having these death defying bus experiences??? Luckily we made it there in one piece and didn’t get lost like my peers did, wandering in the dark for hours. There’s no GPS or cell coverage out in the wilds of China so kiss your ass good bye if you don’t have good directions going into the trip.
Gorgeous 60 Acre Resort
As we entered the stone and wood lobby, I wondered how on earth did they build such a swanky (and eco-friendly) resort in the middle of nowhere China??? There were large villas and thatch roofed yurts dotting the hillsides along with stables on the 60 acres. Land Rover has one of their few “experience centers” where they will take you on a thrilling mountain ride in their cars–no thanks! One of my peers took the ride and his video shows an adventure I do not want to experience, hurling down mountain muddy roads to showcase the ruggedness of their product. No thanks, I’ll take their word for it and, besides, I would never spend that much on a vehicle.
Speaking of vehicles, there are no cars allowed within the resort so you get around with the aid of golf carts. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out how to call the desk to get one sent to my Yurt so I set out to try and walk till I came upon one racing up and down the roads. As I walked with my bag, backpack, etc. I came upon the local ladies walking up the mountain to come to work at the resort. They laughed at me walking aimlessly and waved me to join them. I did and it amused them to no end. When a cart did race by with several members of my group, I waved good bye to my new friends and hopped on the cart to make the journey. Later in the day, I ran into one of my ladies in the resort and she gave me a huge smile. She won’t forget this crazy Laowai any time soon!
In addition to horses, the resort offers several pools, spa services, pottery classes, hiking on paths, dumpling making classes (they were yummy!), archery and bars/restaurants galore. The food and service was very good. Whoever runs this resort, they know their stuff. Not inexpensive but worth every penny.
Dumpling Class
My Yurt was gorgeous and had it’s own patio/outdoor shower and large round bed. I am totally bringing Thom and our friends, Patti and Larry, back here in October. While I don’t relish the ride getting there (a long four hours in bad traffic getting out of Shanghai) you can take the train to Hangzhou and then get the resort to pick you up. I look forward to having some quality time in the countryside, wandering with Thom on the hillsides looking for pandas among the bamboo forest. I love our time in the cities exploring the street life and historical sites but I look forward to more time spent in the countryside exploring another side of our new home. Of course, it helps to stay in a high end resort with bathrooms and bars while I’m doing it. 🙂
After a hectic seven day straight work week in Beijing and Nanjing, we got home last night to Shanghai ready for some serious R & R. Don’t get me wrong, we stay in nice hotels and love seeing different cities but there is nothing like being able to go to your own kitchen for a snack and our Slumbermax memory foam mattress=heaven! Though it takes a VPN and more patience than I can muster, I was able to catch up on episodes of Nashville on HuluPlus while munching on Girl Scout cookies. Wild Saturday Night in the George house!
Sunday dawned with sun and mild pollution so we were anxious to get out and enjoy the spring day. As we headed to the gym, I think every kid was out playing and driving their parents crazy in the common areas of our complex.
Green & Safe-a restaurant expats love in Shanghai
After gym and church, we started to wander around the former French Concession and stumbled into expat central. I have never seen so many Laowais milling around especially at the grocery/wine/deli called Green & Safe. What a great descriptive title, right? In polluted Shanghai where food safety is questioned at even the nicest places, some genius built an oasis where organic stuff sits next to a carb wonderland with fresh baked breads and pies/tarts/oh my! The salads, soups, sandwiches and pastas were gorgeous and tasty. Yes, it was very green and hopefully safe. Of course, it is China so you just never know but you can always hope. If I’m not sick within an hour of eating, I consider myself lucky.
Carbs galore!
Thom had a Pink berry lemonade with lemon & mint-very refreshing and healthy and not the slightest bit girly or anything. I sipped on the free, pour your own sample sparking wine. So I’m thinking the owners might want you to only have one sample but I was thirsty. Since this is an easy walk from our church, I think we have found our new Sunday brunch spot. Free wine samples and all that green & safe food. I feel healthier already. The inside is very concrete, wood, stone, hipster styling. We sat at the ledge looking out into the street and played guess the nationalities of the customers–French, German, Italian, etc. were all there.
A busy week again for me with a work retreat for a few days and then off to Hong Kong, so I had to work in a mani and shopping to look good. Nothing like light blue nails and a few new outfits from Gap and Zara to gain some confidence and energy. Of course, I wear the largest size they carry at the Gap so THAT was depressing–yep, size 8 is the BIG size here in China. They carry XXXS, which I didn’t even know existed in sizing. As I walked home in the dark along the quiet streets in Pudong, I reflected on how safe I felt. I would never walk alone in downtown Seattle after dark. Of course, after the train attack with crazy machete-wielding terrorists indiscriminately chopping away at innocent people and the possible plane going down due to terrorists, I am starting to feel some apprehension as I travel around a country that will definitely have to strengthen their safety procedures to prevent future problems. Here’s hoping for that! Wand me, pat me down, scan my stuff and do it with diligence and attention to detail with everyone PLEASE!
Travels with Melinda 