The kids are happy in Happy Valley. It is a miracle that we even made it, since the concierge tried to tell me the park wasn't built yet. Behind Nick and Ella is the wooden roller coaster called Fireball. In line, the people are staring at us, pointing, smiling, whispering to each other. Some are bold enough to say hello and tell Ella she is beautiful. Some take pictures, sometimes they ask, sometimes they don’t. I am used to this behavior by now, but think about back home. The faces in line are ones that I would expect to see at the grocery store in Oregon, at work, at the farmer’s market, anywhere. But here, we stand out again as the only non-Asians in the park.
I read that when China was preparing for the Olympics, they worked on adjusting some of the behaviors of the locals. One behavior was spitting and the other was lifting their shirt. This man didnt get the memo. And there are amny more men like this everywhere we visit, some of them with bulging bellies...
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