One Hour to Go

The White Swan Hotel in Guanghzou

The bus ride to get Jackie is one hour away and Lyn is counting and recounting the cash we hand to agents, Mae is bouncing off the walls, and I am taking a moment to write it all down.  It's like a psych class experiment. 

In the last 24 hours, we have met the CCAI representatives, some of the other families, and settled into our room at the hotel.  All that goes out the window in just a couple of minutes. 

Some interesting facts:
1. We are in the best hotel in Guanghzou, but the room is about as big as our walk-in closet. 
2. The beds are very hard, which suits me fine but Lyn has taken to using the cushions on the chairs to fluff up her side of the twin bed that we are both sleeping on.
3. We went to lunch yesterday and proceeded to pay $120 in U.S. dollars for a meal that should have cost us about $20 because we didn't understand the conversion.  It was certainly the most expensive plate of noodles I have ever had.  For her part, Mahlon had two buttered rolls and some watermelon for her $40.  Lesson learned.