Two years ago, my wife’s parents invited my parents to visit them in China, their ‘home’ country. It took some organization and planning, but at the time of writing this blog, we (my wife, her parents, my parents and myself) are sitting in the hot sun, in front of a huge house, which was built on the exact location where my father-in-law grew up as a boy. The tiny mountain village called “Lisa” is surrounded by high, green mountains. It’s a quiet and beautiful environment. The people are not rich here, but there is much construction going on. The village had already changed a lot within the past 7 years, after our first visit to this region.
Moments to remember
My father-in-law took us for a walk. We were heading to the grave of his mother, my wife’s grandmother. It’s beautifully located on top of a mountain, with stunning views. The grave itself looks like a temple, protected by stone lions on two sides. Every year, on the same day that a family member died, there is a ceremonial ‘anniversary’ with fireworks and offerings at the grave. I think it is very special how the Chinese remember their family members and build expensive places to rest.
Six hour delay of a suitcase
While we were in Lisa, we received a phone call from someone from Wenzhou airport. My wife’s suitcase had finally arrived, and it would be delivered to Wencheng on the following day. Probably due to our very tight flight schedule (Amsterdam – Munich – Beijing – Wenzhou – Wencheng) yesterday, my wife’s suitcase didn’t make it to the plane to Beijing, two days earlier. While searching for her missing suitcase, we missed our connecting flight to Wenzhou. Fortunately, we could arrange another flight on the same day. With a delay of six hours, we had finally arrived in Wencheng, where my mother-in-law welcomed us with a great home-cooked meal. Being awake for 30 hours, we immediately crashed into our beds after our meal, and we slept for more than 12 hours.