This is the "Little Woods" on our Central Campus of SDU. The old wood was rotting and dangerous. They took about four weeks to finish it. It looks great! |
We had our usual lunch with Eva on June 12.
Eva invited us to go to the “noodle” restaurant that is on the west side
of campus near McDonald’s, where we have eaten several times before.
We like the food there. Jane came
along with us. We were having a nice
lunch, when suddenly a big commotion interrupted us. Two of the male cooks in the kitchen started
fighting. They were eventually pulled apart, and it didn’t seem like
there was any damage to either person. We have only seen something like that
once before in our experiences in China.
I know that they are still human, that there are still bullies in the
world, and that sometimes tempers flare for different reasons. But this
incident marred our last meal. David and
I both lost our appetites after that. I
was so afraid, because in the kitchen, there are knives and fires. It could have been worse than just the
yelling and the beating, but it was a rather sad ending to our last lunch with
Eva and Jane.
Sunday evening, we had dinner with Bob, his
parents, Jay and Tresa Wilkins, and Eva. Bob is doing really well in his
schooling at Duke University in the US. He
has been accepted to a program at UCLA in the Bio-physics area, so he had to
come back to China to get a new visa so that he could study there in August to
November and then go back to Duke to work with the professor who sees the
greatness in Bob. He is such a great person! It was nice to be with them again.
Bob's dad, Eva, Yi Bing, and Bob. |
Tresa Wilkins, Eva, and Jay Wilkins. |
The banners are raised above the main street of our campus to thank the professors and colleges of the university. |
Tuesday morning turned out to be rather hectic.
I had to call AT&T to get our phone service turned back on, finish
the last details, and also get the last of the packing in. There is
always more than you think there is. We
knew, especially with the ceramic plates, that we were given from the group at
Qilu hospital, that we were going to have problems getting them all to fit in
the bags, so we decided that we needed to send another box of stuff home.
David got that taken care of on Monday after we took care of all the Exit
requirements that we had to do to check out of SDU.
When we were at the office to get the papers to
check out, we didn’t know what department we had to go to, to get one of the
red stamps from. One of the workers in the office started calling, and
when she had to wait for a call back from one person, she started talking to
us. She expressed how sad the entire
university was that we would not be back. We are a legend here, she said,
in many ways. She told us that Eva would
talk about things that we had done. We
gave Eva a copy of the book we had made of our first year here. The woman told us that Eva would share some
of the things from our adventures, and how impressed that many of them were
with the things we did. It was so nice of her to tell us.
After the taxi came, I was still trying to put
some things away, especially the stuff in the kitchen. I had to leave
some things undone, and I feel bad about that, but I don’t know what else I
could do. I couldn’t wash the rest of
the towels, and I had put some bread in the microwave when the maid was there
to clean on Monday afternoon, that I had planned to get out, but each time I
headed to the kitchen to do that, something distracted me.
We hope that they will avoid putting other
people in the apartment for the summer. There was too much BYU stuff to
put in boxes and hide away. Eva took the things that were more expensive to her
apartment until the next couple comes. It would be nice for them to
extend that courtesy, to just leave that place empty for those two months, but
it is business, and if they need the apartment, they will use it. If we
had been allowed to pay for the two months of rent, then they would have left
it.
As we were leaving the apartment, I put my key
on the table next to where David had put his key. Then I tried to think
if there was something else, but Eva was kind of pushing me to just go. I walked out the door and started down two
steps and remembered what I had forgotten and needed - my cane! Eva
quickly called over to the International Office that is in charge of the
apartments and a woman came quickly with the extra key to open the door. It did set us back about 10 minutes from our
desired leave time, but I didn’t feel we needed to be in such a hurry that I
couldn’t take a minute to really think about the last few things. Anyway,
I got my cane, and we hurried down the stairs, but not until I grabbed the key that
had been mine and put it in my purse. I
will give it to the new couple when we meet them, and then they will have it.
We had to wait in line for almost an hour before
they would open the doors to go check in at the international area of the
airport. The taxi driver had helped us get our bags put on two of the
carts at the airport. We knew it was
going to be difficult to maneuver all the luggage we had, but it wasn’t too
bad.
Four large bags, two larger carry-ons and two smaller bags. Waiting in line for the doors to the international flight are to open. |
Jinan airport. |
Jinan from the air. Last look. |
In order to get our precious plates from the Qilu Hospital home, we had to find bubble wrap. The smallest amount we could find was this! 50 cm by 50 meters! It only cost us about 40 Yuan ($6). |
Getting these plates home without breaking them was a big deal. Little David and Porter were happy to have us home! |
Farewell China, we hope to see you again!