Good Luck Beijing! The Olympics begin for us

We've just attended our first "Olympic" event! The swimming finals in the fantastic new aqua stadium called the Watercube. It's completely translucent...looks organic. And like all things in China, its shape and location has a second meeting -- it's right next to the "Birds Nest" the new area where the opening ceremonies will be held. The Birds Nest is round...and represents Earth. The Watercube is square and represents Heaven. It is the coolest thing ever!














What sweetness there is here in China! Walking into the venue, everyone was working hard and using their Olympic English. "Welcome. We're glad you're here. Have a nice time..." I used my Olympic Mandarin and asked a guy where we could buy tickets -- that's a huge accomplishment in my world.

It was an international swimming final -- and all the Olympics finery was there. A team of girls marching in precision step bringing the small boxes to hold the swimmers sweats. Medal ceremonies -- complete with flag raising and the appropriate national anthem

China had a special compeition for the girls who would be part of the medal ceremony...they had to be lovely, graceful and 5'6" tall. The sports crowd was also educated -- in the past, Chinese sports enthusiasts would cheer madly for their own athletes and be less than gracious to visitors. But today was all about cheering and courtesy.

After our Watercube adventure, John and I went to a classic Beijing restaurant for noodles -- the waiters shout at each other and the food is amazing.

We're going to get tickets for other advance events at these incredible Olympic venues...tickets for the Olympics themselves are impossible to find.

Grocery Store Madness

It had to happen -- eventually, I needed to cook. We've been here a month. And to cook, I must understand grocery stores in China.

It would be simple to go to the store that sells expensive imported food -- but like everything in China, there's a unique energy in the local store.

China is the most colorful place I've ever seen -- even the buildings are decorated with neon. The grocery store is no different...vibrant colors -- and images that are hard to recognize.

The store is decorated for Spring Festival -- Chinese New Year -- red and gold. This is the time everyone gives gifts...money for luck in special red envelopes.

They eat differently here. But it all looks very fresh and appealing...if you avoid looking too closely at the meat cases where you'll see various animal appendages and an occasional pig face. Who knows? It might be delicious...

And in case you were wondering -- I did actually cook some chili...perfect for a cold Beijing day and a taste of home. But I remembered to use only bottled water.

We may be tasting home...but we still live in China.

Our New Apartment in Beijing

We've been staying in a temporary apartment in Beijing while our furniture takes the proverbial slow boat to China -- but it's almost here.


I had a chance to see our new apartment -- amazingly, my cousin Nora...who did the interior design on our house in Peoria -- helped design the new kitchen. From New Orleans to Beijing -- the global community! She found the perfect cabinets -- Hongse (red) of course. I'm so happy with the results.

The apartment is sunny with lots of windows. It overlooks the largest park in Asia -- the Olympics Beach Volleyball will be played there. There's also an amusement park -- specifically we gaze upon a huge bungee jumping platform...though I doubt either John or I will be tempted to take the plunge.

First step of Faith

In the new China -- Christianity isn't illegal...but evangelization is. As we chat in language classes, my teachers talk about horoscopes...lucky numbers...how your blood type can determine what type of person you are. I sit quietly and try to get a better perspective on what being Chinese really means.

Priests in China call themselves "teacher" and instead of Mass they organize a "party". To go to a Mass sanctioned by the Vatican (the Chinese Catholic church is under the government), you must go to a service at another country's embassy...and show a passport to prove you're not a Chinese citizen.

I joined a rosary/prayer group (called a cell) -- and met a wonderful group of new friends of faith...many of whom live in the same apartment complex as us. They're all from the Philippines and Malaysia. They love my name Ning...it makes me one of the girls!

First, we sing the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy. It's the same service from EWTN (Eternal Word Television Network -- the global Catholic satellite station) I used to watch every day before work back in Peoria! Then we lift up specific intentions and pray the rosary together. I was moved when one woman specifically prayed for husbands on business trips -- John is having his own adventure here in Asia.

Last night my new friends invited me to their apartment to watch the tennis match! It was like being back in the dorm in college. I actually yelled Hooray after they called -- We had a marvelous time drinking a glass of wine together.

Every day is different...every day I learn something new.

Mama hoo hoo

Sadly, Mama hoo hoo isn't my new Chinese name -- it really means, "so so".

But it's one of the reasons I'm in love with the Mandarin language. I answer, "mama hoo hoo" to as many questions as possible from my Berlitz teachers.

How are you? Mama hoo hoo. How was lunch? Mama hoo hoo. But after all these wish washy answers, they finally taught me the word for wonderful -- and it's fun, too -- Bang!

A bus is gong gong chi che. My younger brother Joe is didi. Darling Madeline (when she's not calling me Ning) could call me lou lou (which means granny from my mother's side).

My language classes have given me an unexpected benefit -- I've gotten to know a lot of smart, young Chinese people. We study hard...but we laugh a lot. I begged them to teach me to say to a taxi driver, "If you abandon me again, I'm going to punch you in the nose!"

This morning I went to a seminar called "Inspired Beijing" -- designed for expat-spouses. The women there seemed nice, but I was immediately drawn to the one young Chinese woman in the room... Laushe -- teacher

A key element of Chinese culture is not looking silly (losing face) or making mistakes. But my life is an endless mistake -- fumbling for words...getting lost in taxis...not knowing what the hell I'm eating...

One of my Chinese teachers (her name is Jing Jing because she was born in Beijing), has this charming way of explaining a clause or sentence -- she'll say the word and then go, blabity blabity blabity to fill in the gaps. Thank God I finally realized it wasn't new vocabulary!

I watch a lot of Chinese music videos (Asian MTV). Songs are slower than when people speak. I adore Chinese boy bands (shades of "New Kids on the Block" with a lot more hair gel). I thought I was really improving my comprehension until I realized that they often throw in a few English words! I even find myself humming the tunes...

When folks in China realize that I'm trying to speak Mandarin (I'm still that bad...), at first they're shocked...they often laugh...then help me correct my tones.

Everyone in China is my Laushe.

Technology Ning

Many of you might think I'm only learning Chinese over here in Beijing -- but I've also had a lot of technology adventures!

Getting our computers set up -- learning how to use a digital camera (a baby step most folks have taken already) -- getting our new tiny Chinese .mp3 players to work -- and finally, getting a cell phone!

The cell phone experience was crazy -- my only requirement was red color (hongse). My friend Joanne took me to the store -- I had a bemused expression as the Chinese language swirled around me. Our beloved (late) dog Ruby often had the same look, "I don't know what's going on -- but I'm certainly interested" as she watched us work in the kitchen...

I became truly Chinese because I paid extra for a phone number that had good mojo (numbers are very important here...). Mostly because I thought the numbers sounded fun in Chinese:

6 6 0 6 0

leo, leo, ling, leo, ling

My other technology adventure -- a word processing program that allows me to write in pinyin (the phonetic, romanized version of Chinese) with the correct marks for tones. It's time for me to keep notes!

Technology Ning!

Sheer Beauty -- Sheer Terror

Beijing is cold. Icy cold. Freeze you to your bones cold. So an ice show is perfect.

John and I went to a snow and ice sculpture event in the mountains outside of Beijing. It was incredible...and even had fireworks. But even gazing at ice can have it's challenges.

As we wandered among the sculptures, we saw folks entering another area and marched through. I noticed we were entering the mouth of a dragon...


We started taking escalators...up, up ... again up...up yet again -- over 8 (steep!) in all.

Finally, it hit us -- our guide had discussed an ice slide down the mountain. Our eyes widened in terror ... and we noticed the only folks with us were teen-age Chinese boys! Perfect ice sliders!

We got to the top and desperately tried to explain that we did NOT want to go down an ice slide. Bu yeo! Bu yeo! Bu FLIPPING yeo! I don't want to...I don't want to -- I REALLY DON'T WANT TO!

No one understood us -- and there was no way out. The boys hunkered down, entered a little door, and began to scream. We looked at each other with horror. We noticed a tiny old woman -- and thought in a panic, "Are they going to fling granny down the slide, too??!!" We figured if she could do it, we could, too. And anyway, there was no option.

So we entered the door. We were on top of a sheer drop (a dam in the gorge) of over 500 feet. Straight down. In the night air we could see the ice sculptures far at the bottom. I began to make animal noises of terror...John grabbed my hand. We shuffled along the ridge...in granny's footsteps...and got across. What part of bu yeo do you think they didn't understand??

When we reached the other side, we realized we weren't headed for the slide of death...instead, we were walking into another display area. But we were grateful for every downward incline... we kept expecting to be forced to slide.






We ended the night in a Chinese restaurant...we were the only weiguoren (foreigners...). As we ordered our beers (we deserved it!), we could hear the boys at the next table making fun of our language... sigh...

The adventure that is China!