Sometimes, even when the path seems crystal clear, it becomes clouded over or muddied and difficult to navigate through. This morning I knew exactly why we were here and what we were doing here. A mere eighteen hours later, I find myself struggling with a range of emotions, while I wait for the laundry to finish drying. Apparently, I am experiencing phases one through three of “Culture Shock.” Blech. Guess what else is blech?
The Huangpu River or “Yellow Bank River” divides the city of Shanghai into two regions: east (Pudong) and west (Puxi). According to wikipedia.com, Shanghai gets its drinking water from the Huangpu. I’m a bit concerned about that. It’s highly polluted with garbage, human waste and who knows what else. It definitely tops the brown water from the tap in Los Angeles. Most of the foreigners here pay for bottled water service.
Back to our China journey…I truly believe that we are blessed to live here and have these experiences. There is much to be accomplished during our temporary stay in Shanghai. The Hubs and I were discussing this yesterday. The other stuff will sort itself out. Or be filtered out. Unlike the dirty Huangpu River.