Today when we crossed a bridge, Ying said that there was a bridge like that at her home. After asking a few more questions we found out that yes she was at a foster home, and has quite the memory of those who were there with exact ages.
That was after we went to the hospital for her checkup. It seemed a little crazy, the lines were very long, I believe we were there for three hours. (it would have been much longer without Cindy, who knows how to get things done).
It sounds like quite the non-private deal. I will have to let Angie fill you in on the details later.....probably not here!
Today we rode in rickshaw's in a tour of the Old Beijing City. We also had a tour of a uuuummmm I am going to say house for now b/c I can't remember the pronunciation of what it actually was!
It was very interesting and pleasant inside. The family that lived there have had that place for many generations and are considered very wealthy. They are offered more and more every year to purchase it. Apparently if they were to sell it they could get up to six million American for it! It is hard to understand that while standing in the middle of it, with it only being as big as one half of my yard. Space and history mean everything.
Oh, BTW Ramon (!) Loren is salivating over the thought of your beef and noodles! Bart