A Little Badminton, and Something for my Bloodthirsty Boys.

Today was a jam packed day of sightseeing.  It is likely our last one since we will be visiting the U.S. Consulate in Guangzhou tomorrow to, God willing, make Dolly’s adoption official in the eyes of the U.S. government and begin the process of having her visa printed.  We are now within 72 hours of heading HOME.

In some ways, it went by in a blink.  In others, the time seems to have been ENDLESS.  Kind of like being pregnant does, I would guess, had I ever experienced it.  You’re sad and happy all at once that it’s over and the next phase of life can begin.

This visa part of the process is the part where the GhanaDuo’s adoption fell apart.  I know how unlikely that is to happen, but I think I still have some lingering PTSD, because here I sit, absolutely exhausted, yet unable to sleep.  The thought of entering another Consulate/Embassy for this purpose has me tied in knots.  It’s sickening that one person holds my daughter’s life in their hands.  One stroke of a pen and we could sit here for an undetermined amount of time, in limbo, waiting for the U.S. to allow her to enter.  I know how unlikely a problem is, but still, I worry.

All in all, today was good though.  Dolly is a sightseeing machine.  She loves being out and about.  She’s going to be a little sad to enter life in the midwestern United States just in time for winter.  Brrr…

For now, we’ve been enjoying the warm weather here in Guangzhou.  Our guide took us to a city park today.  We saw the ancient city walls, the statue that has become the symbol of Guangzhou and we enjoyed some people watching.  Chinese parks really are community gathering places.  There were quite a few retirees just hanging out, socializing, dancing, playing a little badminton and even kicking some weird feathered version of a hackey sack.  I dug it, and so did my dad.  Being an almost-retiree himself, he jumped in and kicked that little feathered bean bag around.  I wish I had captured it on film. He wasn’t half bad.  I did manage to get a pic of the badminton players.

We also visited the Western Han Tomb of the Nanyue King.  I think I got that right.  It was very interesting.  They’ve built a museum over this tomb that had been perfectly preserved (not robbed or looted) and the history was amazing.  I so appreciate seeing the history of my daughter’s homeland, and I appreciate that she lets me.  She allowed us to look at the exhibits for almost and hour and a half.  

Here we are on the stairs leading down into the tomb.

And this one is for my boys.

If you know my boys, you’ll know that while we don’t encourage or condone violence in any way, shape, or form, my boys are bloodthirsty little things.  Middle-Middle’s request when it came time for souvenirs from China was a set of nunchucks, like the ones in Karate Kid.  Ironically, I saw them in a shop on the Shamian Island and thought for about a nanosecond how much he would love them, then realized that I would NOT love the ER co-pay that would accompany that purchase.

The museum we visited today included a lot of historical facts about what was buried with the king in his tomb.  Unfortunately, humans were included on the long list.  They were sacrificed and then put in there with their beloved king (who probably wasn’t so beloved if that’s the way he ruled).  My boys would have found that fact interesting, to say the least.  This is a pic my dad took for them.  My boys are also drummers.  These are the ancient drums that were played for special events during the reign of the king.  Events that included, you guessed it… sacrifices.

–FullPlateMom,
who is combining her boy’s two greatest loves today, drumming and gory historical facts.  Bleck.  

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