Yesterday, August 8, was Chinese Fathers’s Day. It’s the 8th day of the 8th month, and when you say 88 in Chinese, it sounds like 爸爸 (“Baba”), which means “Dad” in Chinese. Both of my sons called and wished me happy Father’s Day. I have great kids.
Today, August 9, marks three months since I arrived in China. That’s 1/4 of a year and 1/8 of the length of my tour here. In some ways the time has been passing quickly. Work is busy and interesting, I’m learning a lot and I feel that I’m making a contribution. At the same time, being separated from my family is hard.
This morning I snuck into the Hyatt hotel in town. The hotel is right next to a park. Here’s a view of the park from the 25th floor: