Adoption Trip to China – at the airport?

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Bear with us as we figure out how to blog.

Coulda sworn we took a picture at Dulles on December 4th before we boarded our plan to China.

This picture on a bus will have to do. Looks like in it’s in China, ‘cuz I think that’s Karl behind us.

Anyhow, picture us, not on a bus in China at night, but at the Dulles Airport, in Northern Virginia, in the daytime.

Sandy’s Dad had just dropped us off at the airport, and Sandy was surprisingly emotional about leaving our younger two children, Cassie and Quinn, behind. Her voice choked as she said goodbye through the car window at the airport “Kiss and Fly”.

Then we started our 13 hour flight to China, through parts of Canada that we didn’t even know existed, just before the beginning of Winter (are you supposed to capitalize Winter in this context? Nevermind), over snow-capped mountains.

In the “other” hemisphere, we flew over mountains in Siberia that none of the three of us knew even existed. It was morning over there, and the mountains were beautiful.

During the 13 hour flight, I just watched the picture of the plane flying over all these locations I’d never heard of (as I said above). Others chose to watch the movies that United offered on the flight. One guy in front of us watched one of “The Mummy” movies over and over again. Mitchell later confirmed this. That guy must have loved that movie.

We met a very nice man who was a native of China but now a U.S. Citizen who was checking on property he owned in China. With him, for the first time, we exercised a ritual that we would regularly exercise in China with the natives. We told him our child’s name was Qing Shuang (pronounced “Ching Shuang”). He looked puzzled. We repeated the name. He still looked puzzled. We repeated the name again. The light-bulb went on. “Oh, Qing Shuang!” What was different about the way he pronounced the name?

Anyhow, by God’s grace we made it to the Beijing airport, which was modern, but cold. We’re not thin-skinned or anything, but one of the remarkable things about many of the places in Beijing, even in the dead of Winter (or just short of Winter), is the lack of climate control. Most establishments in China have what amounts to a thick comforter acting as a door to the establishment. This is something we’d see quite a bit in the surprisingly cold (to us, in early December) Beijing.

A few shaninigans later, we met up with one of our China guides, Maggie, who took us to the hotel, where we went to bed early.

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