We attract a LOT of attention here, and in China, the personal space rules are very different. People get right up in our space and just stare. At dinner the other night, some one at the next table leaned over the husband’s shoulder to snap a picture of us with her phone.
Many people come up to little M and ask her questions or talk to her in Chinese. She just looks at them…
Yesterday an old man got in my space, and looked hard at me, then looked at little boy, and then asked me “white girl, did you make this child?” This is maybe the equivalent of the same kind of rude question we get asked at home…”Is this your REAL child?”
The rules are different in China, and when our driver is taking us somewhere, there are no carseats in the van, and no seat belts! Little M is enjoying the freedom of being able to pick her seat, and be next to a window, or choose who to sit by.
I often hear the husband muttering “oh, that is not safe.” Those of you who know the husband know that he is not safety conscious. That’s my realm. But when you see a baby propped up in front of a motorcycle? The husband is right, I think… Someone little M’s age would ride on the back, and hold on.
We loved the translations of restaurants and store names…
This was one of the husband’s favorites…it’s hello mart, but with an unfortunate placing of the “O”, haha!
Something that always sticks out to me about China is the smells. Some are good, and some are very bad, but all are very, very strong.