We are sitting outside at a plastic table watching the waves and eating Vietnamese cuisine geared towards tourists. We are the only tourist or eaters at this restaurant and the food is plenty good. A young boy hawking bracelets comes up to our table and like good hawkers anywhere assumes we are interested. I am not at all. Yang is totally. Which is why I guess we are a couple. Yang picks out four bracelets she likes which the hawker assures us is very high quality. He asks for 500,000 VND which my quick math tells me is about $2.50. I barter him down to 300,000 VND and he laughs and tells me that no way using American vernacular for no way. We settle on 400,000 VND. As I get the money out Yang does a quick double take which causes me to do a quick double take. $1 USD is 20,000 VND, not 200,000. Well, at least getting ripped off in Vietnam is cheaper than most places. ...

I’m just home from my late afternoon walk and I am in the bedroom getting to unzip my heavy jacket. “Boo!” goes a loud and sudden voice directly behind me which in fact scared me because I was certain I was alone in the room. After my heart came back down I realized it was Lydia and when I turned she was smiling with glee. I’m thinking in some way this is all my fault, not just because I am her father and everything is my fault especially if it’s not. I think it’s tied to our recent games on hide and seek. We play in the house with no special rules. Count to ten in Chinese or English with eyes covered and then go find the hidden ones. Well, the first time Lydia hid I found her to be an elite hide and seek player. After searching the house for 20 minutes I still had no clue where she was and I had to ask her for a hint. In this case, it turned out she behind a curtain standing on the window (inside) ledge which gave the impression the curtain was lying flat against the wall. Indeed I had early on pressed against the curtain and did not notice her. Other times she has been wedged into too small spaces even for her camouflaged her hiding place so well as to just blend in. Elisa on the other hand just runs to the coach and buries her eyes into her arms as then yells “I’m here”. As Yang astutely pointed out yesterday, Elisa thinks she is winning the game if she can’t see the person looking for her, not the other way around. ...

To say we have a lot to be thankful for would be the understatement of a lifetime. To celebrate and potentially tamper the enthusiasm a bit I continued my Thanksgiving cooking tradition. I laid out the dinner similar to past years – chips and onion soup mix dip, devil eggs, pot roast & bow ties, and desert. The twist this year was I decided to make pumpkin pie as well. The pumpkin pie was quite an experiment with me making it feel harder than it actually was, with Lydia and Elisa enthusiastically helping. Part of the pain in making it is that I could not find ready made crusts here so we had to make our own crusts, which turned out way better than I expected. The pie ended up being the major hit. ...

It is Thanksgiving weekend and we are staying at a big spa resort in the outskirts of Beijing. These resorts are massive and frequented by relatively few foreigners (I would see two other foreigners over our two nights there out of maybe 2000 people). I find these resorts a nice change of pace for a half day or so, tolerable for about a day, and ready to leave anytime after 24 hours. When we hit the 24 hour mark on this visit, I head out for a walk. It is cold, maybe 28 degrees and there isn’t a lot to see except for the resort and the surrounding neighborhood. The neighborhood is not really a city but is crowded nevertheless. Analogous to a city of strip malls. After 30 minutes or so in the cold I head back inside where it is very, very warm to the point we open windows to cool the air inside the hotel room. ...

I’m on my laptop trying to do a little work when Elisa pushes open the door and slides up next to me. “Baba, I want to play you”. She then says “no Dora. no iPhone. no little bit Dora.” She says this because in the past I’ve told her “No Dora" only to relent and use the computer to play “Dora the Explorer” games with her. She knows I cannot resist. ...

As Yang and I exit the hot pot restaurant in Chengdu I’m habitually checking something on my phone. I realize is a tantalizing annoying habit. I catch up to Yang and put my left hand on her left shoulder and then run it down to the middle of her back as I am want to do. A huff of a scream. A look up at me and then a full scream of fear and Yang runs away. Except it isn’t Yang as I flubbed the transition from phone to wife. A woman runs diagonally away from me and then stops and looks back. I apologize in my worst Chinese – which is my only variety – and seek out Yang to clarify. Luckily the woman doesn’t think I’m also harassing Yang – I should say luckily Yang didn’t take the opportunity to run off screaming as well. Once the woman saw my mistake she was good natured about it and just made sure to keep her distance from my wandering arm. ...

Yang heard Akon was coming two town for a concert and she immediately signed us up to go. And then she asked who Akon was. The concert was in the Olympic basketball arena which is a near diagonal across town from where we live. For our previous concert experience there, The Eagles, we taxied to the subway and then took the subway to the arena. This time the concert started a bit later and a quick check of traffic and we thought we could drive. Got onto the forth ring road and it was not moving. So we not moved the car to a near by subway station and change the modes of transports. This put us about 20 minutes late but Akon started 25 minutes late (no warm-up acts) so we didn’t miss a thing. ...

The older crotchety nurse loosely fondles two small cups and asks me a question. I have no idea what she is saying so I reply “tīng bù dǒng” which she finds amusing. “tīng bù dǒng” means I hear you but I don’t understand. (The fact that she understands me saying I don’t understand her is an improvement from when I first moved to China when I used to say “tīng bù dǒng” which resulted in a similar response back to me). The nurse in a semi laugh yells “tīng bù dǒng”. No one responds so she laughs and yells a bit louder. The head nurse, the one who booked (sold) us the exam happens to be close by and comes over. It is no small miracle that she was close by as there are maybe 15 stations spread out over two floors with maybe 100 nurses. The head nurse looks at me and then down to the small cups. “Pee pee. Poo Poo”. The poo poo cup is way too small I’m thinking. I say no to the poo poo and take the pee cup. ...

I’m sitting in the den working on the laptop trying to get a project idea off the ground when Elisa opens the door and walks up to me. “No Dora” she says. “No Aidan iPad. No iPhone.” This is her way of letting me know she wants to play with one of these things. She says this because in the past when I’ve been working I’ve told her “No” only to relent into her cuteness. We start with Dora the Explorer images as served by Google which is weird because of the amount of my past work life spent on Bing image search. ...

Yang and I are driving along a small, paved, road in the hillsides of Hebei Province and looking for a trailhead for Haituo Mountain. To our right out in a field is a farmer working his field. Up ahead on our left walking down the road is a farmer making her way. They look old, really old, which makes them about our age. Yang leans out the window and asks the farmer where the mountain is. His reply is a quizzical “Mountain? Everywhere is mountain.” ...