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 çˆ¸çˆ¸ (“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: