She has that Spicy Hunan personality. Cora attempted to cover it on her blog, and I will try my own version of explanation. Maybe, using both, you can gain a measure of what this spunky, spicy, clever, quiet little girl is made of.
Hunan is also a province known for very spicy cooking. One person commented that people of Hunan like their food way too hot to taste. If you combine these two visions, you begin to get a feel for the people they are describing.
Our Chloe certainly falls into the spicy category. She is a fighter. Try changing her diaper when she doesn't want it changed and then tell me she is not a fighter. It is fortunate she is so tiny, as we would surely have more bruises!
Ah, but she is not all fight. She has moments, which pass all too quickly to record on film AND elicit, where she is simply a happy little girl finding joy in life's simple pleasures. We have come up with several entertainments for her since we have met and fallen in love with her. One is that when she is mad, I stack things on her head, which often quiets her enough that we can redirect her energy, but certainly not always. Another is "pass the baby." Which we discovered yesterday. She goes from one lap to the next, but only when she is ready (i.e., leans toward the target and then flies toward them. Another is one I really enjoy. She flops down on a pillow or bed and then rolls. That's it. But her giggle makes it SO MUCH MORE FUN than it sounds.
Tomorrow, we have a free day...away from our guide. That will be a relief, since i am certain he wanted to take us to yet another tomb. I think we will wander down and try to get some pictures of the locals performing their morning Tai Chi ritual. And then...well, who knows, maybe some shopping, maybe just relaxing with Chloe.
Speaking of whom, here is a picture I am loving more and more every time I look at it!
We have been pretty lucky with our hotels. All have been four stars or more. Breakfasts consist of a wide variety of western and eastern morning dishes. From dumplings to stir fried vegetables to bacon and hashbrowns, and not to mention each place had an omelet/egg chef. It's been very nice. However, you still know you are in China because of the smells.
For instance, here on Shamian Island, you can be walking down a lovely Victorian street next to rows of lovely flowers and then be assaulted by a sewage smell that burns your nostrils, or by the smell of cooking fish that probably missed the "sell-by" date by a month...just little things, mostly, like how the vehicles have the right of way, and that it's just peachy if you "hack a loogie" on the sidewalk in mixed company.
I was walking next to the river on a lovely stone sidewalk and noticed a gentleman with a small fishing pole descending a flight of steps to water level. I decided I would pause among the passers-by and watch his first cast and maybe see what he used for bait, so I could tell my father-in-law about it. I saw a fish come to the surface as he descended the stairs and when I looked back at him, he had, instead of fixing his hook, unzipped his pants and begun urinating in the water he planned to fish in. I uttered an audible, "OK, then." and struck off for other locales. Just little things remind you you're in China.
Oh, and back to hotels. this one, the Victory, seems hell bent to freshen up our room. Everyday we go to breakfast, even if its just for a few minutes, when we come back the made is in the room tidying up. We thought we'd fooled her today. Cora stayed in the room and I went and brought some breakfast back. It was after noon when we went and visited another family, just a few rooms down. I even left the door open because I expected to return in just a few moments...I got done speaking with the friends and turned around and there was the maid's cart!