Day 2 : Part Two - Dinner with the Fam!
I’m still a bit unclear as how to count the days, so bare with me. I lost one over the international dateline so I’m not sure I know where I’ll pick one up or steal one back or what have you, so if I suddenly skip a day, I ‘m not sure I really skipped it, I was just a little lost in the time-continuum string theory as mapped by my current time-piece logic issue.Ok, even I didn’t get that.
Christe took a nap and Ellen and I took a walk down Huai Hai Lou. It was mainly skyscrapers, high-end shopping (that we obviously can’t afford) and locals commuting or shopping or whatever it is they are doing to be in motion.
A guy I work with who lives in New York has been to Shanghai before and he said that this is the 5th Ave of Shanghai. As a matter of fact he said that Shanghai is a LOT like New York City. Thus far I completely agree.
With the exception of the entire population being Chinese and all of the store fronts and billboards being in Chinese, this could be New York.
I must admit, that the feeling of other-worldliness, exoticness, etc just doesn’t seem apparent yet. The time change excluded, I still have work-work to do and have yet to fully engage myself in this trip.
After Ellen and I returned to the hotel, Christe, Ellen and I headed out of the hotel to walk a bit and catch a taxi to Ellen’s house to eat an actual home cooked meal by her parents.
It was an absolute treat. It was incredible to see, even if just a small glimpse, how an average family in Pudong lives. They were so kind. They offered up too many dishes (food) to count, a nice bottle of Chinese wine, and the finest Disney Character plates I had ever seen.
I think the menu was planned largely by Ellen to showcase all of the things she had told us about over the course of her 10 months with us in the US.
I also snapped a photo of another families’ doorway because Ellen said that it had been decorated for Chinese New Year and It will be left up until they do it again next year.
I’m heading to bed as I still have a lot of “work-work” to do.
I almost forgot! Ellen’s Mom called us a taxi and well, needless to say, when we walked down stairs, I don’t think he was expecting to big foreigners two be climbing into his car. Ellen told Christe just before we pulled away. This cab-driver’s weird! Good Luck!
