Taxi Wang

Last summer, Tim started getting a ride with the same taxi driver every morning.  His name is Mr. Wang.  He drives the car during the day and his brother, whom we refer to as Brother Wang, drives it at night.  They are really good people.  And Mr. Wang really likes Tim.  He’ll go anywhere, anytime.  Not only does he take Tim to work, but he only takes us (and our heavy suitcases) to the airport when we go, then asks to pick us up when we’re returning.  Sometimes, he asks us to buy things for him when we travel.  At first, it was some Dior perfume on one trip to France.  Then, two pairs of Nikes in the US.  Then an ipad and an iphone in Hong Kong.  Then two more pair of Nikes in the US.  (I guess he wants to be sure the products are all real.)  He always pays us back, including handing Tim 7500RMB in cash (no envelope) to reimburse him for the Apple products.  We didn’t need the ATM for a couple of months after that.

As the last 20 months have gone by, he has become more than a taxi driver.  He invites us to dinner for his family, volunteers his wife to go shopping with me, and tells his middle school aged son to speak to us in English.  Recently, we got to experience one of those dinners with the Wang family at a local Korean BBQ restaurant.  (also serving local food)  Just another fine night in China.

Making a life

I think I have written this before – that when we didn’t just want to live in China, but to make a life here.  And life just happens.  I haven’t written a blog post in a while because life was happening.  Business trips.  Cooking new recipes.  Watching tv.  Going to the gym.  Starting new volunteer work.  Continuing previous volunteer work.  Cats. Summer. And more.  You know how it goes.

Earlier this week, I shared a taxi with a teacher who was very happy to practice her English with me.  She also took the time to translate what the taxi driver said.  It seems he was very excited to have a foreigner in his taxi; he had never had one before.  Then to find out that I was an American and could understand a little bit… well, I think I made his day.  He asked (through the friendly translator) if I like taxis.  I told him that I do because I can watch life in China.  I like to watch people doing their own thing and remember what a small world it is.  I told him life in the US is different, but the same.  We are all just trying to make a life, hopefully.

So here are some more pictures of daily life in Shenyang.  These are from some of my July taxi travels around town.  These are just moments in my life.