6 Months!!

This may not sound like very long but Eric and I were very excited on Sunday to celebrate our first 6 months of being married. It feels like the time has flown by but it has all been wonderful. It was fun to reflect back over the last 6 months and talk about the things we have experienced together and the things we have learned about each other. Eric definitely kept a lot of his adorable little quirks hidden when we were dating.

We didn't have anything specific planned for our mini-anniversary but it ended up being quite nice. An older couple in the ward invited us over for dinner and cooked us an amazing meal. Then we went to a 'end of semester' program in the evening at a local university where our branch choir was going to be singing Christmas carols. So we got treated to a free concert/magic show/funny Chinese skits in addition to getting lots of free chocolate and fruit. Eric was joking that he arranged it all just for me as an anniversary gift. And then when we got home from that we found that one of Eric's Christmas presents which I had ordered came so I was able to give him a gift and call it an anniversary present.

Aren't anniversaries fun?! Good thing we can have one every month!

A Season of Traditions

Being our first Christmas together, and being that our situation required that we spend it on our own away from family, Kiersten and I have had a wonderful time reflecting on things we love about the Christmas season and traditions that we'd like to start in our own family. Centered among these traditions are the events of Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. Here's what we did.

Christmas Eve was spent simply but enjoyably. Borrowing my sister Brittany's demanded tradition of having a "walk-around dinner", Thursday night Kiersten and I gathered together all of the treats we had made throughout the past month and arranged them neatly on a plate. Added to the arrangement were beautiful loaves of Kiersten's mom's apple-braided bread, a small stash of peanuts and some surprisingly addicting flavored crackers. We ate and shared stories from Christmas' past.
Once we were snacked out, we opened the scriptures to the accounts of Jesus' birth, first reading from Luke, then from Matthew and finally from 3 Nephi. A tradition I have truly appreciated from Kiersten's family is the interspersing of songs and carols as we read the scriptures. I can't say we sang them all, but it certainly seemed to make the moment more special. We then followed a tradition from my family of opening one (predesignated) present on Christmas Eve. We were enthused to find we had received new closed-toed, indoor slippers (with major emphasis on closed-toed). We then ended the night by filling each other's stocking (thank you Mom!) with oranges, peanuts, candy and the unavoidable new toothbrush. Then, it was off to bed.

The next morning (Christmas Day), we woke early to find stockings and presents laid out by the tree. It was a delightful sight. Before rushing to open presents, though, we pulled out a favorite story of ours to read: O. Henry's "Gift of the Magi." Presents were then opened and stockings were emptied, after which we enjoyed a wonderful pre-made breakfast of cinnamon breakfast buns and homemade eggnog.

The rest of the day (and the next morning) was spent talking to family over Skype and enjoying the company of friends, including a wonderful evening of caroling and breaking a piñata in true Christmas fashion. It was a wonderful first Christmas.

At The Track

I have tried to keep up my running as much as possible since we have been here in China. It’s harder since the streets are so crowded during the days with people and crazy drivers. So I was super relieved to find out our first week here that we live maybe half a mile away from the Nanjing University track. I have only recently felt comfortable running on the streets (that’s with waking up at 5 am, the only time the streets are semi-empty), so I have spent most of the weeks here frequenting the track. As do a lot of very unique individuals.

I see the same people pretty much every day. There is the old man who insists on going the wrong way on the track. This drives me crazy! I think he does it so he can pass by all his friends and talk to them. There are some other old men who fly kites every day on the soccer field in the middle. Invariably they will all end up standing in the middle of the track lanes holding their kite- with the string at such a dangerously low level that I have been afraid for my neck at times. Then there are the whole communities of middle aged and older men and women who come out en masse and walk together in a huge block around the track, covering up every lane of course. There are also clusters of people doing Tai Chi in the middle with their traditional Chinese music blaring. Everyone else holds a portable radio as they walk around the track- so music comes from all directions- I pods don’t seem to have quite made it with this crowd yet.

One of my favorite people is this guy who always wears an orange shirt. Besides myself, he is probably one of the youngest there (and he’s got to be at least 30). At 6:00 am it seems that the only people to get up and do exercise are on the other side of 60. So, because so many of the people are considerably older than I on the track, I pass pretty much everyone up. No one seems to mind, except orange-shirt man. When I pass him, immediately he will quicken his pace, pass me back up and run faster for about a quarter-length of the track, and then settle down to his normal pace. Pretty soon though, I have caught up. And I pass him. Again, he speeds up, passes me, and runs faster for a quarter-length. This cycle repeats itself until one of us leaves the track. Every day. It makes me laugh. He just can’t bear to have a girl beat him. Well, at least I’m helping him out by making his workout a little more intense! My second favorite person isn’t there in the mornings- I see him when I happen to run in the afternoons. I have named him ‘German guy.’ No, he is not German; he’s as Chinese as they come. But at seemingly random points in his run, he will shout out German phrases or at least ‘Deutschland!’ at the top of his lungs. At times he will opt for a super loud yell instead of actual words. The first time this happened, I literally was so startled I jumped and almost tripped.

Although I get annoyed at times at these seemingly eccentric people, I have to remind myself that it is me not them who is the odd-one out. This is their track, and Mr. ‘Old-man-who-goes-the-wrong-way’ has probably been doing so for years. So now, I just smile and move aside.

Negotiating the Job Market in China - Take 3

These past couple of days I was able to see, once again, how the Chinese handle hiring a lot differently than people do where I come from. Last Friday I happened to be in the Flagship office with Eric (we spend more of our time there now- it’s a lot warmer than home :)) and we passed Zhang Loashi (the head of the Flagship program in Nanjing). She stopped us and asked if I would be interested in a tutoring position that her friend had available. Not sure how much more time and work this would require, I said ‘maybe.’ Well, she took that as a definite yes because 5 minutes later this man called Eric’s cell phone to set up a time to meet.

We were under the impression that this was a position tutoring for his child which is what Zhang Laoshi had told us. A few phone calls later, with Eric trying to squeeze out more details (they don’t seem to think it necessary to offer them otherwise), we find out that this is actually at a school located 40 minutes away where I would be required to work weekends. It finally ended with them realizing that we would only be around another month (we were also under the impression that Zhang Laoshi had told them this). Apparently, they wanted a year contract.

So we made it through without me once again finding myself with a job out of nowhere. And I didn’t have to actually make the trip out there!

Today, though, I found out that one of the college classes I am teaching is ending next week, so maybe an extra job would have actually been nice…

It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas...

The tree’s up, the stockings are hung, and the smell of gingerbread cooking fills the house. It must be Christmas time! This is definitely my most favorite time of year as I’m sure it is for most people. I was so excited and a little surprised to see how many Christmas decorations are around the city. The malls are decked out like in America- huge Christmas trees, lights, and even Santas. Eric was very curious to see whether they would have Chinese Santas or who they would find to play Santa. So far we have only seen one- but he was definitely Chinese. And no attempt was made to make him look old. It was funny to see. But all the little kids crowding around didn't seem to mind or even to notice. The big red suit is enough for them I guess!

Even though the city and malls look like Christmas, it is definitely still different than being in American malls at this time of year. No huge, stressed out crowds, trying to all do their last minute Christmas shopping at the same time. Quite nice, actually.

Even with all the Christmas stuff around, Eric and I opted to do all homemade decorations for our tree this year. the ornaments we did find were a bit tacky looking and not that cheap) So I got to do something I've always wanted to try- string a popcorn garland! Very time consuming but it was fun. We strung the popcorn while listening to 'The Mansion' and 'The Other Wise Man' by Henry Van Dyke. (A definite must read for Christmas time by the way!)

To the Market

There is a market very close to our apartment where I go almost every day to buy veggies and things for that day’s meals. I have had some fun encounters there that I thought I would share. But today, I just wanted to introduce you to the people there and take you on a tour.

When you first walk in the market you see the friendly egg and flour man to the left. He has huge bags full of dry beans, flours, nuts, rice and all sorts of things that I don’t recognize. But we usually stop there on the way out so for now we will just say ‘Ni hao’ and keep walking.

We then come to the vegetable section. There are at least 5-6 different vendors selling pretty much the exact same thing. We have visited most but as you can tell from the loud, friendly ‘Ni hao’ as you walk by the first stall on the right, there is one that I frequent more than the others.

We are nearing the back of the market and here is the meat section. Large chunks of meat hang from the ceiling and fish lay in baskets (and sometimes there are eels, turtles, clams, and all sorts of fun, alive, and squirming things). We have not as yet bought meat here. In fact, we have not as yet bought any meat to cook ourselves. I just can’t bring myself to buy from these types of places and the grocery stores don’t make me feel much better. And somehow, though I know it comes from these same places, I don’t have many qualms about ordering meat in restaurants.

Right behind the meat is the tofu or ‘dofu’ lady. While we don’t ever visit the meat man, we come here at least a couple of times a week. Yes, we have virtually become vegetarians. And its not so bad, really. I have made almost anything you can think of using tofu. From ‘meatloaf’ to mock alfredo sauce. (mashed tofu makes for a super creamy sauce by the way!) Good thing we like tofu- though let me tell you, a good piece of grilled chicken would be heaven.

The tofu lady doesn’t say much and considering my limited vocabulary and thus limited conversation skills, there isn’t much else to say about her.

The vegetable lady, on the other hand, is quite the talker. She goes on and on to me in Chinese although we both know I understand hardly a word. And then she laughs at me when I tell her for the hundredth time that I don’t speak Chinese.

The flour man is a unique fellow. He likes to throw English words in all throughout our transactions. Usually the word of choice is a very energetic ‘Thank you!’ He knows exactly what I want and to keep me from asking, every day for the last couple of weeks he says right away when he sees me, ‘Meiyou damai mianfen!’ (I don’t have barley flour!) Eric had mistakenly told me that the word for barley flour was the word for whole wheat flour. So I used it quite happily for a couple of months before the flour guy suddenly stopped selling it and before we realized it wasn’t even whole wheat flour. But the egg and flour man doesn’t sell that either so I am still without a good, healthy flour. Very sad.

There you go, that is the friendly neighborhood market! I'm really liking buying food this way though I still wonder sometimes whether they are ripping me off. Who knows...

One down

It's been a long while since I posted, and I can't promise any better frequency in the next couple of months (at least from my hand), but here is my small celebration post. On December 3, 2009, 4:29:54 AM San Diego time, I submitted my first graduate school application. And I feel good!

What does that mean? Only at least four more applications to go and two months of pushed back school assignments to catch up on. But, it's December and Christmas is in the air, so I'm not complaining. After all, who could complain when Kiersten found an additional rice cooker hidden in one of our cabinets a couple of days ago. For me, that means, twice the amount of cookies in the same amount of time, and many, many thanks to Sharla for bringing us molasses back from the U.S. Christmas never tasted so good!