Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Lily's first party -- lunch at Fast Monkey's home

What a difference Lily has made to our life here in China! Her sunny personality, her sense of humor...and willingness to help us at all hours of the day has created joy here in Beijing.

Lily is a special girl. Her parents went against the one child policy in China to have her -- her Chinese name is "welcome". When she was born, her father was fired from his job and had to pay a fine equivalent to two years salary. He also went to jail for three days and was interrogated.

Lily is getting married on the first day of the Olympics in August -- no big party...but a very lucky day to start a new life.

We were thrilled when she invited us (and Yan Shifu) to lunch at her fiance's apartment. He's basketball crazy...adores Michael Jordan -- so his English name is Michael. But we love his Chinese name -- translates as Fast Monkey!

The first thing I did was buy some flowers -- they're amazing here. I watched as the bouquet of lilies (of course...) got bigger and bigger! Soon it was bigger than Lily herself!

The apartment is in Beijing...but over an hour's drive from our house. It was small but modern -- Lily and her best friend cooked all day. Sadly, Fast Monkey was working and couldn't be with us. It's not unusual for Chinese people to work 6 even 7 days a week!

As Lily took our pictures at her table, she called it a "dear diary moment" -- sometimes I wonder where her quaint English phrases come from!

But what an honor to be invited into a Chinese home. She was so happy John could be there, too.

Lily's vocabulary this week: explain the difference between impede and inhibit. Could you do it?

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Chinese people work hard...

Our apartment is connected to the front desk by an intercom. And when that baby springs to life, John and I feel a sense of dread. What now? What fresh language hell awaits us? Because the people at the front desk are charming...smile a lot...but speak very little English. Especially the night shift...

Sunday night at 10 p.m. we bolted from bed as our intercom burst forth -- a string of incomprehensible "xies" and "zhis" we've come to fondly associate with Mandarin. We ran down to the front desk (at least we can use body language...) and the little guy said in his halting English..."they're going to deliver your washer..." HUH?

We figured our laundry was going to be delivered. But NO! A washer did arrive...along with two hulking Chinese guys who thought we should understand what was wrong (they were looking for the receipt).

Many times people think simply repeating things will help us understand...

10 p.m. on Sunday night...hmmm. I told you Chinese folks work hard!

Today, when I got home from class, I saw two little people loading a washer and dryer on a bicycle -- you guessed it...ours!


I told you they work hard!