On Suitcases and Monkey Poo

Apparently, we love to pack because we keep doing it. meh.

Tomorrow, we're taking off to Zhengzhou, where I will teach English and Justin will study and write and hopefully meet some other foreigners so that he doesn't go insane.

Our time here has been very full but has also been a time to sleep in and recuperate both individually and as a couple. We'll miss staying in an apartment with a Brit family who are always catching us off guard with their antics and who have us thinking in British accents half the time. They adopted two little Chinese girls and are now over here to help with the foster care and preschool programs. Gotta say, little Chinese girls with British accents are about the cutest thing you've ever seen.

Oh, before I forget, we visited Monkey Mountain yesterday, which is exactly what it sounds like: a bunch of monkeys running around on a mountain, free to climb, bite, or charge at whoever ventures their way. Justin loved it, me not so much. Something about the thought of a rabies shot to the stomach kinda dampened the experience.

But anyway... other news... Justin bought a cheap guitar yesterday and has been happier with it nearby. I'm still not singing much these days, but... it's nice to sing with just him and I.

Sorry these posts get so long. Since we don't have consistent internet access, I feel like I have to tell everything while I can, and there is so much to tell. You can copy and paste them into five different word documents and then read one a day if that makes you feel any better.

And with that, I bid you goodnight. Er... goodmorning. whatever.