We are in Guilin

We are in Guilin, purportedly one of the most beautiful places in China. The air and water are clean here, and the scenery is fabulous. When you see the classic ink-scrolls featuring mountains and clouds, the artists have come to Guilin to create them.

Three days ago, Amy was in a crib in an orphanage. Today she visited
exquisite stalagmites and stalagtites in a cave more intense than Luray
Caverns. I think the stimulation gradient is exhausting for her. This is no
bland adoption trip. This is adoption/ travel the countryside/ hit every
sightseeing venue/ eat in every restaurant that doesn't have highchairs
adoption trip.

Don and I are going to have our feet bathed and massaged for an hour this afternoon (Amy is going along for the ride). This is believed to prevent illness as well as reverse illness. Sounds good to me. It is $12.00.

We stopped at a pearl factory and bought a strand of blue South China Sea Pearls for the princess. We had them strung for a choker and a bracelet, and we have a pair of studs for whenever we get her ears pierced. She looks like a beauty queen in them.

Final note: We have joined the club which we avoided all these years. We now tote unbelievable amounts of stuff around, have spots of gunk all over our clothes, have goo coated hands, and leave a variety of foodstuffs and toys on the floor of everywhere we go.