Old Summer Palace.
I asked P the other day what she most missed about our “regular home,” and she replied, “I miss our couch. Our regular couch is a lot better than our Chinese couch. It’s a lot more comufurble.” She’s right about that. I then asked her what she likes the most about China, and she replied, “There a lot to see in China.” She’s right about that, too. Thanks to all those things to see, we don’t end up spending much time on our subpar Chinese couch.
It amazes me how much there is to see and do just in our immediate area. Last week, Chris and I biked over to the Old Summer Palace, which is adjacent to Tsinghua University. Here are some shots.
The gift shop had all the stuff you’d expect to find at a historically important Chinese tourist destination. You know, stuff like joint-smoking Rastafarian dolls.
And, of course, a white girl doll with blond hair, who speaks Chinese. I’d love to know what she says. I would so buy her if I learned she said things like, “No stomach lining, please,” or “…but, that’s a hole in the ground. I asked for the toilet.”