My sweet friend was kind enough to be my personal tour guide and take me to those places a good tourist goes when they are in Beijing. I mean, she's been too many times to count and yet happily toured me through the Beijing subway all the way through the Forbidden City.
And right across a super, busy highway from Tiananmen Square (children of the 80's like me, can you picture that photo of a man standing in front of tanks when I say those words? There was NOTHING marking that event in history. Like it never happened.) It's weird to have a giant historic landmark on the side of a highway. Kinda ruins the whole magic of the experience at first.
And the old, old trees in the back section are so fascinating. Tim Burton trees, I call them. They almost look like cartoons.
Before we headed to the Forbidden City, we did the extra fun task of exchanging my American dollars for Chinese Yuan. ONE HOUR, 5 copies of my passport, 10 red stamps and 4 signatures later I had cash. And no, that is not an exaggeration. #becauseChina The struggle is real. Let's all say a prayer for foreigners living there. Good gracious.
There is so much more still to come. The babies, the Great Wall, food, Morning Star and a million tiny moments.