Safe in Chongqing

Too tired to post much, again, and I just lost what I originally posted. So here’s the Cliff’s Notes version of the Cliff’s Notes version:

Safe in Chongqing. City is awesome. Like New York, San Fran, and Vegas rolled into one. Hotel is brand new and gorgeous. Huge mall behind it the size of Garfield Heights. Locals giggle at us a lot.

Today was lower key than previous days but still busy. Went to a very old part of Beijing, rode rickshaws, dined with a local family, visited the Hard Rock Cafe. Seriously. A wedding was going on there. Guests were leaving with centerpieces while we waited outside. I asked to take a picture of one, thinking Monica might find it interesting. So he gave it to Kim. She later traded it for a silk scarf at a fashion knock-off store. It looked like this:

Then went to the airport to come to Chongqing. And I think we’re up to speed.

Tomorrow at 10:00 (Monday, or 10:00pm Sunday to you Clevelanders), we meet with our guide to fill out some paperwork. At 1:30 we head over to the local adoption center. At 2:00 we walk out with a small, strange human.

Help.

No, I kid. Honestly, I think we’re as ready as it’s possible to be. Not saying that’s all that ready, of course.

Provided I have the mental bandwidth, I will try to post some pictures tomorrow so they’ll be waiting for you when you awaken on Monday. Meanwhile, please enjoy these:

The lobby of our hotel:

Our room:

And another shot of our room:

Notice anything unusual?