Mount Tai: Expectation vs. Reality

Sunday last was the day we had been talking about since before the girls’ arrival in China. They had it in their heads that on their list of China tasks was visiting this mountain. Admittedly I’d never heard of it before they mentioned it, but my method of operation here is to go along for pretty much anything; I was up for the adventure.

Mt Tai Expectation:

When I imagined us climbing this mountain, my first thought was that we’d be hiking– walking up paths at a slight incline as we made our was leisurely up the mountain. We would be the only people on the trail; maybe we’d play some music and have a little dance party on our jaunty walk. At the top of the mountain, we’d be at a literal peak that had a small temple. There would be monks (who had taken vows of silence) and were meditating. It would be sunny with a slight breeze, and we’d be free to take pictures and sit in silence and revere the awesomeness of the world. We’d be the only ones up there, because who else would have the idea to climb a mountain?

Mt Tai Reality:

Hiking the mountain translated to mean climbing 6000ish steps. And by steps, I mean the kind that are so vertical you can reach out and almof touch the ones in front of you. There was no music playing or jaunty walking because we were having enough trouble breathing and not falling backwards. Mt Tai is revered as a holy spot, so of course a thousand other Chinese people had the idea to climb it too- the stairs were packed the entire time we were climbing. At the top was a temple, but it was not solitary. There was a mini-village on top with shops, restaurants, and lots of people yelling #andtryingtotakepictureswithus. There wasn’t a place to sit down. It was snowing. The view, however, was amazing. We were also literally #notfiguratively in the clouds, something I’ve never experienced before.

When I got to the top, the sense of accomplishment overrode all my screaming muscles #stepclassoncrack. I could understand why the trek was such an integral part of the experience because when one reaches the top after a hike like that, all the barriers in the mind are gone. To make it, I had to think only about making my feet move in front of me #andnotfall.

Fun Fact: It’s not easy #atall to be nice to people who want to take pictures with you while you’re trying to climb a mountain. This was the second most difficult task of the day #don’twantthemtothinkforeignersarejerks.

Mount Tai was a hoot. We were grungy and tired and proud by the end of the day. Climbing the 5 flights of stairs to my apartment when we finally arrived in Weifang, however, was a joke. Sheer force of will was the only factor that allowed me to reach the top #legswerejelly.

Visual Documentation: Temple of Confucius

Highlights from the Temple of Confucius:

For lots of awesome scenery shots, check out Rachel’s blog.

I stuck with my forte, oddly posing and jumping off things #enjoy:

Follow The Flag

Walking on the same ground where Confucius did some heavy thinking? Check.

We spent 4 hours #rushedthewholetime at the Temple of Confucius on Saturday. We were under strict instructions to follow the flag of the tour guide so we didn’t get lost #whoopths. Unfortunately, no one spoke English at the Temple so we were on our own with the whole ‘learning’ idea. I liked this better, because while all those who understood the tour guide were standing and listening to her talk about the deets of Confucius’s life, we #thegirlsandI were wandering around, taking pictures, looking closely at the architecture and buildings, and making up facts about Confucius’ life (Example: That cool tree was probably C’s fave spot to go hang out).

Favorite moments: riding the ridiculously fast mini-carts to get to the entrance to the temple #speedracers, following the flag, being looked expectantly by the tour guide like she asked us a question and we should know the answer #lostintranslation, the woman who sneezed and it lasted for 2 minutes #achoooooohhhhhhuhuuuhhhhhuhuhuh, and

The best part of the whole weekend: when we walked around a corner and saw a woman picking her nose- not just a subtle ‘bat in the cave’ wipe, but a full on expedition, complete with looking at the bats and flicking them #couldn’tkeepastraightface #Ialmostdiedlaughing.

I was surprised the Temple had become such a tourist trap:

Expectation: Monks serenely meditating in the gardens while tourists #like10 were silently meditating or praying near the temple. Complete silence. Reverence for the idea that Confucius, the one who’s been quoted a thousand times, once walked that walk and talked that talk right where we were standing. An elaborate garden tended and loved and cared for.

Reality: Tour guides with personal microphones and flags squawking to be heard #turnupthevolume, huge groups of tourists. No monks. No silence #theopposite. Very few people praying, but many lighting incense sticks #equaltoCatholicslightingcandles. The trees made me sad- to preserve them, the trees were encircled with iron bars to keep them from falling apart, and many had iron netting or iron poles keeping them upright #naturalselectionbeingignored. As we left the temple, the street was lined with vendors selling knockoffs of everything imaginable. The selling out took away the idea that we were in a place thousands of years old #stillcan’twrapmyheadaroundit and made the temple feel like a replica. Qufu the city, as Madie put it so well, was ‘sketch.’

After our tour of the temple, we rode the crazy mini-carts to the tomb of Confucius. There, too was a place to pray- it was more quiet, which was much more fitting. The tomb turned out to be a huge mound of earth- I guess the bigger the mound, the more important the person #Confucius’wasthebiggest. We were in a cemetery with thousands of mounds– it’s crazy to think those people have been dead since before America was a country, since before Leonardo da Vinci #manthat’sold.

Yet another once-in-a-lifetime day in Chinaland.

So Glad You’re Here, Girlies!

More than anything I’ve seen this weekend #anditwasquitealot, I’m most appreciative for the chance to have people to share it with firsthand #LindseyRachelHaleyMadie. Straight up #nowtell me, most of the places we toured are indescribable. How can I adequately detail the layers of dirt on the temple walls that have been in place for more than 2000 years #andaresacred, or the feeling of foreboding when looking up a mountain and seeing just how much is left to climb #stairmaster, or even the smell of China? It’s a tough job.

I’ve tried to give a real representation of everything I’ve experienced through le blog, but having the girls here to see/smell/hear/taste Chinalife in real time has been so refreshing. I’m so happy I’ll have someone #timesfour to say ‘remember that time when we dominated that mountain?’ or ‘remember that time we ate sea cucumbers?’ or ‘remember that time we followed the flag?’ to. It’s also been great to see them begin to hold their own in China #notaneasytask.

The 2 weeks they’ve been here have passed by super quickly #formeatleast, and they only have 2 more. I’ll be sad to see them go.

Congratulations to Rachel, Madie, Lindsey, and Haley for marking ‘Climb to the top of Tai Shan and live to tell about it‘ off our bucket lists #epic. If you all hadn’t been there, there’s no way I would have made it.

Karma

Today while teaching the 6th grade class, an occurrence I don’t think has happened in the last 50 years in America occurred in my class:

In the front row were two boys who were talking #continually. To get them to pay attention I stood over their desks and stared them down #intimidation. They chilled out and I took a step backwards. One of them picked up his pen and started rolling his pen in his hand. This wouldn’t have mattered, but the pen he was #quickly rolling was a calligraphy pen, filled with ink #notusedinMcDonaldshomeland.

Guess what didn’t hold? The end of his pen.

This resulted in ink flying all over A) his shirt B) my sweater #notthatbadbecauseIwasn’tthatclose C) his neighbor’s desk and D) his neighbor’s FACE.

All 3 of us were totally still for about 30 seconds, and then pen boy’s neighbor put his hands to his face- and smeared the wet ink all over his face.

Not bursting into laughter was the hardest task I’ve faced today. The rest of the class was a breeze #andtheypayedattention.

My Life Is Random: China Style

Four recent events in daily Chinese life:

(Picture) 1. This is real.

A fabulous poster found in the Weifang U dining hall. Could the translation BE any better?

(Picture) 2. On A Boat

Yesterday Lindsey, Rachel, Madie, and I #Haleywassickandstayedhome went to the imported goods store #cheeseandbutter. On our way, we saw the rockin’boat ride. They were all ‘ohmygoshlet’sdoit!.’ Sissypants #me had never ridden one before #don’tlikerollercoasters, but I figured, what the heck, I’m in China and I ate a sea cucumber this week. I might as well add riding a ride to my list of things I’ve never done before. So we rode it #Iscreamedthewholetime. AND in the back row. The two 10 year old girls who rode with us thought it was hilarious. Be proud, friends who know how much I don’t like things like this.

3. Stairs

On Sunday, between the ceremony and the visit to the village, we were dropped off to run inside and change. I went to my building, saw the door was unlocked #neverhappens, went inside, and started the hike to my apartment #inheels. On the way up, I noticed several of my neighbors had put up new decorations. When I got to my apartment #5thfloor, I started freaking out because my key wouldn’t work. I tried it several times, then realized the red paper that’s on the wall next to my door was gone. Then I realized I was in the wrong building #storyofmylife. Sorry, no picture of my paying-attention-fail.

4. Proud Parent

When we were touring a small town’s temple on Sunday, I was in need of the WC #watercloset. We asked around, and there was no public bathroom available. However, the old woman who Meg #translator asked said I could use her #house bathroom. I went inside, and saw the walls covered with beautiful paintings. Turns out, the woman’s daughter is a famous painter/artist #I’dlinkherinfobutit’sallinChineseandIcan’treadtheflier. The woman gave me a booklet of some of her daughter’s work, which is all amazing. Result: went to the bathroom, got a booklet of awesome Chinese art.

On a side note: Happy 22nd Annual Jillian Dunn Day– I hope it’s fantastic! Snake eyes are good luck, ya know.

Visual Documentation: Chinese Village Replica

On Sunday #betweenthecelebrationandtheconcert we went to a traditional Chinese village replica. Inside was architecture and examples of traditional Chinese-y customs- kite-making, shadow puppet shows, paper cutting, and wood block painting.

The venture began with a ride in the traditional Chinese cart #soverysmall pulled by a horse #soverybumpy. We went up a tower, took pictures. We toured the village, took pictures. We bought souvenirs, took pictures. It was a great way to spend the afternoon.

The highlights #akainterestingpictures:

 

Visual Documentation: Birthday Weekend 一*

I’m still not finished talking about the Weifang U 60th Anniversary Celebration.   This weekend was such a flurry of activities and meeting people and eating #allthetime, I’ve only just caught back up.

Below is a photo gallery of pictures from the Ceremony and lunch #restoftheweekendiscominglater.

You can click on each image to make it bigger #isthisaneasierviewingmethod?

* 一 is the character for 1 in Chinese.

Happy Birthday Weifang U, Your Party Was Killer.

My experiences this weekend have exceeded any expectation I could have imagined.

Weifang University celebrated its 60th anniversary on Sunday #60isanimportantnumber, and Drs. Cambiano and Carhart came into town for the occasion. Not only did I have the companionship of the NSU girls and the professors from NSU, I was able to enjoy the attend the celebration and evening concert as one of the honored guests.

The celebration began at 10 AM Sunday morning. The ceremony took place at the ‘playground’ #akathestadium, and the setup was different than any I’d seen- all the students were sitting on their #tiny stools in lines on the field #biggerthanafootballfield, and the speakers and guests were sitting in the stands facing the field. The students all had on polos by section- there were two sections of pink, two of yellow, and two of blue #itlookedawesome. There were more than 30 honored guests and dignitaries at the celebration– representatives of partner universities, politicians, and of course the Party official. Dr. Cambiano gave a speech #hadatranslator and the students loved it #loudestcheer. After several #like20 other speakers, we went to lunch with members of CIBT, Weifang University, and the partner universities.

At lunch, Madison and I ate sea cucumbers #pricklybutnotaste and chatted with the gang.

The evening celebration was a concert. By concert, I don’t mean a show on a football field. I mean BOK size, full light show, complete with fireworks concert. There were 21 acts, all famous #inChina people. There was dancing. There was singing. There was banter #didn’tunderstandbutitwasstillcool. There wasn’t an empty seat #atleast35000peoplethere.

Because it was pretty dang cold outside, Hayley and I went to the bathroom to try and warm up #walkaround. As we were leaving the arena, all the students started waving and yelling ‘HIIII!’ at us #hundredsatonce. That was a sight I won’t soon forget #ofcoursewewavedback. As we were walking by the stage, I def made a peace sign at the singer and he peace signed back. Awesomeness.

The highlight of my evening #intermsofrandomness was when Hayley and I started doing calisthenics in the grass near the bathrooms to warm up, which turned into the two of us having a dance party when a funky song started playing #sweetdancemoveswereawin. We warmed up and went back to the concert #andentertainedeveryonewaitinginline. My favorite act in the concert was a woman who sat at a two-tiered electric keyboard that also had foot pedals and played them all at once. While singing.

I’ve tried to describe the epicness of these events, but I haven’t begun to do them justice. As with most of my experiences in China, the events are just incomparable to anything else I’ve ever witnessed. Once-in-a-lifetime-events, check. SO glad to be here for this celebration!

Great Balls of Fire

This evening, one of the most unexpected and awesome China occurrences took place: I got a massage #legit.

The massage wasn’t on the agenda. Hayley, Madie, and I were planning to say welcome Dr. Cambiano and Dr. Carhart and then leave. When we arrived at their hotel lobby, we were invited to go to a foot massage instead #bestideaever. Obviously we said yes.

The massage was unusual in that they used the balls+fire method, otherwise known as cupping. The masseuse got a ball, sprayed something flammable inside, and lit it. I was afraid it was going to be hot when he put the still lit flaming ball on the sole of my foot, but the flame immediately went out and formed a vacuum instead. Each foot got two balls, and the masseuse wrapped a towel around the balls to ensure they stayed in place. Apparently I looked ‘petrified,’ which was probably accurate, but the biggest question I had was, ‘ Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?’ Hopefully #probably the answer is yes.

I’m hoping the soles of my feet don’t end up looking like this.

Massages are very popular and inexpensive in China. The girls and I will definitely be going back #everydayplease?