Some Pictures from Monday

Shopping at the nearby Walmart. We would be utterly lost without our Chinese coordinator. She could at least read the labels and tell us what was in the package. We walked past a bakery once where they were displaying bread that looked very much like the cinnamon raisin bread that Deb makes. However Jane told us the brown stuff in the swirls in the middle was not cinnamon and sugar, but some sort of bean paste. That would have been a surprise.

The view from our room on the sixth floor of the Bell Tower Hotel. Downtown Xian is a busy, noisy place.

The government building where the Civil Affairs office is located.

Mrs. Wang and the orphanage director. Abigail took this picture and many, many, many others.

Waiting at the Civil Affairs office.

We got this from a street vendor on the way back from the Civil Affairs office. I have no idea what it is, but Abigail loved it. She ate half of it and the other half found its way onto one of the end tables in our hotel room where it fused itself to the table. It was quite a time getting it cleaned up.

Playing a game of memory just before bedtime. Abigail is much better at it than I am.