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This was a less hectic day.  No big appointments, no meetings, no paperwork, etc.  We just got out and looked around.  We didn’t necessarily have a choice.  We are still waiting on the big appointment with the American Consultate.  At that appointment we will take an oath, sign a couple of documents, and tell our governement that we will take care of these children in the best possible way.  Of all the trouble to get here, it should only take about 15 minutes, or rather 30 minutes.  Remember, everything is double here for us. 2 boys equals double the paperwork, double the orphanage fees, double the visa fees, double the trouble.  🙂 Oh, sorry, I let my doubles get away from me.

Back to the day.  The only “big thing” we had was the reading of Z’s TB test.  The fact he still had to have a another after less than two weeks still blows my mind.  Can’t reuse those results can you?  Nah…, that would make sense.  Let’s torcher the boy one more by sticking a needle just under he skin.

From there we went to the pearl market.  There we got D is very own real pearl.  He has been such help to us here, we felt that we should get him a real treasure of the trip.  He’s still a picture hound.  Chinese girls tell him he’s cute.  The wait staff in restaurants tell him he’s handsome.  The “talk” will come early with the one. 

On our return from the pearl market, we went through the food markets. We saw everything you could imagine.  We saw a couple of things you couldn’t imagine.  Live animals of all varieties were in cages, or aquariums.  There was even buckets of scorpions from small to large.  What they would use them for I have no idea.  PETA would definitely get their panties in a twist over some of the stuff we saw.   Hmmm… Anyhow, it was very neat.  We found a couple of nice shops to patronize and then got a cab back to the hotel.

We had dinner that evening in a Chinese, Japanese style restaurant – makes my head hurt just thinking about that one.  Food was great and the service was excellent.  It was like we were the only ones in the restaurant.  Close to the end of dinner an older gentleman and his business buddy sat down next to us.  He was looking over at us and then proceeded to ask questions in Spanish.  I was like “hey I can communicate with this guy!”  We spoke for a little while back and forth til we were about to leave.  As we got up, they were placing their order with the waiter.  The question was asked how would you like your steak cooked?  The gentlemen didn’t understand what they were asking.  The waiter looked over at me with a pleading face saying, “help me.”  I translated a little and the proper steak was ordered.  It was a fun day.  The next day looks to be a big bunch of nothing but wait for the appointment.  joy!

-Bill