On a run

Near by where we live, I feel like the only woman who runs in China. I get a lot of "Are you crazy?" looks as I pass on by for a variety of reasons. The Chinese turn to other philosophies to maintain their health like tai chi. So I gather the disapproving looks might even be, "Why is this Chinese looking women running?!"

A typical run usually consists of a loop along side the cleanest canalway in the city. Cleanest isn't saying much here! The water - opaque, murky with a greenish brown hue - isn't the most inviting. I extend runs by crossing over a bridge to get to the largest city park (347 acres). We have the -ests here since Pu Dong is less populated and more recently developed than Pu Xi.

Swimming in the canal is a common thing, but shocking to us Americans and the locals when we tell them about it ("What! They swim in there?"). Some mornings, there's a steady stream of swimming caps that go back and forth. Running along last Sunday, a man shot me a double take as he stepped into canal in his speedos, flippers and cap. What a moment. We were both confused about the other's activity.

After this, I took a detour to the large plaza area around the Science and Technology Museum. This afforded me the opportunity to get a glimpse into how some Chinese spend a sunny, lazy Sunday afternoon. People watched as rollerbladers of all ages practiced maneuvers around small cones, a group of teenagers had a game of street hockey going, and kite flyers showed off their skills. Dozens of large kites in vibrant colors - some designed to look like butterflys and birds - flew hundreds of feet effortlessly in the sky. Vendors sold their roasted sweet potatoes and corn. One puffed furiously on a cigarette as he placed corn in a small oven on his cart. Running through the crowds, I was already looking forward to walking out there with Josh on another weekend to do some people watching.

How did I finish my run on this pleasant Sunday afternoon? A quick stop at the Hofbrauhaus to enjoy a (very small) tasty wheat beer with some friends. I don't plan on polishing off a beer after every run, but this was the perfect day to indulge. I raise my mug to more interesting and fun runs!

Looking local

Looking Chinese here has been a struggle. Eventually, it'll probably help me find some great news stories, but for now it means confused or disapproving looks when I can't respond to questions. If I'm in a conversation, people come to find out that I'm Vietnamese and Meiguo ren (American). Strangely enough, the Vietnamese thought that I was Japanese when I went there on a 3 week tour.

Being with Josh, this means that I couldn't possible be his taitai (wife), but a "friend" or rather...a Chinese prostitute. Yikes! During our first trip in September, a relaxing late afternoon walk and seat on a bench in Fuxing Park brought on intense stares from every local. A transfixed gaze, maintained by turning their heads back as they walked away.

A conversation with a professor in Chinese history, who frequents the country, revealed what people were probably thinking about us. Josh, the white businessman, and me, the Chinese prostitute! As one friend said, I must be the most wholesome looking prostitute in Asia walking around in a t-shirt, rolled up worn jeans, and mary jane sneakers. Darn, they just don't check for wedding rings around here! Just another thing for Josh and I to get used to and laugh about.

No flakes

After a few weeks of searching, I'm finding out there are certain foods that you just can't find here. Red pepper flakes is one of them. I've been to Carrefour, City Shop and Wal-Mart (Wal-Mart has a full floor of groceries here.). No luck! I used to put them on top of pizza, alfredo, stirfrys, and other various pastas. Hopefully, I'm able fo find some some. I'm also in a search for a tasty bloody mary. Two strike outs so far. I miss those Grumpy's bloody marys!

Tennis in town

Josh and I went to our first ATP men's tennis tournament this past Sunday, which was awesome! The Masters tennis tournament features the top 8 men. After watching it on the tv, it was great to finally see it in person. Unfortunately, we didn't get to see Roddick (boo!), but we did see Nadal.

Learning to push back...

Things are different here when it comes to standing in line. You've gotta stand your ground. Last week at IKEA, I let one person in front of me because she only had one thing. This led to another person with one thing get ahead of me without asking. Then this other couple showed me one thing (and they really had 15) and got in front of me. Then....a woman with a cart tried to push her cart in front of me. I had it! I gave her the signal to get behind me with a stern face and she grudgingly got back in line. There isn't what we consider courtesy back at home, something that I need to adjust to fast!