Once we were finished up at camp and regrettably had to leave even after begging and pleading to stay another week, we reluctantly left for Hong Kong.
We heard myths of this fascinating city.
"You'll feel at home in Hong Kong more than you do at home."
"It even smells clean."
"It's just like America, but in Asia."
Umm, hello. We just left a huge part of our hearts in China.We were certain that nothing could make us feel better. Not even home, so probably not Hong Kong.
We were just a little bit wrong.
The air even smelled nice getting off the plane. Like spring rain, lavender, freshly cut grass, and peppermints all in one. (Excessive, but it was really clean air.)
We had never been so excited to flush toilet paper.
Hong Kong was one of the coolest places I've ever been. I still would have traded it to be with my babies, but if we were going to be miserable, well shoot, I'd rather be miserable in Hong Kong.
Hong Kong has different currency than China (and obviously America). They have what I like to call "Lisa Frank dollars." Check out the scalloped edge on the $2 coin and the ultrabright $10 bill.
View of the harbor from our swanky Marriott room. That bad weather? Yeah, a level one typhoon was on its way in. Honestly, none of us would have been especially sad to be stuck in Hong Kong for a few extra days.
After we made it through immigration and customs, we waited for our bags to catch up with us. While killing a few minutes, Jenna asked us what we wanted to do with the rest of our day.
Explore the city? Go to the harbor? Shop? Sleep at the hotel?
Tori looks up at the sign above our baggage claim (which I am still convinced was God-given) advertising Disneyland Hong Kong.
NI HAO. This is absolutely what we wanted to do. At least the three girls. We immediately turned into 8 year olds so overcome with excitement we could hardly contain ourselves.
Blake just said if he could get a hamburger first, he'd be in. (Done.)
I think James was just as excited as we where when we told him there was a Toy Story Land at the park.
Jenna was fine with it, but tried to warn us that since July is when most Asian schools have a break and that it may be so crowded we'd be unable to get tickets or get in and that this was not like the Disney World we're used to.
So we scooted to Burger King to eat (and thus getting Blake on board with our plan), went to the hotel to drop off our bags and exchange currency, bought tickets from the concierge, and headed in two taxis to the most magical place on the Asian continent.
If this doesn't just perfectly capture our euphoria about Disney, I don't know what does.
The guys acted like little boys when it came to the Buzz Lightyear ride. I'm so glad they enjoyed it.
Toy Story Land is a Hong Kong Exclusive
Blake is the funniest person to sit next to on rides. You'd never expect it, but he is a squealer. It is incredibly entertaining and we all took turns sitting next to him. Meanwhile, poor James fell asleep on a bench after catching what we've been calling "China flu."
A day at Disney was exactly what our hurting hearts needed. Even though it was supposed to be so busy that we couldn't get in, we had no problem getting tickets and never waited more than 20 minutes to get on a ride, most were maybe half that time and some we walked right on. It was such a perfectly timed reminder that the Lord is still good and is always present in laughter and fellowship. He knows just what we need to keep pushing through, even if that is just a Mickey Mouse ice cream.
After getting back to the hotel, we decided to go out and see the Hong Kong cityscape. Everyone was feeling sick or tired or both, so Blake and I were the only ones who went on that excursion. I'm so glad we did because we got to see it lit up at night and wonder in fascination how so many people live in such a small area.
That was also when I really noticed how clean the city is. If I dropped something on the floor in the subway, I'd pick it up and eat it. Well, probably not, but I'd definitely contemplate the five second rule if I was really hungry.
Once we got back, James was sweet enough to treat us to french fries and ice cream, although he doesn't remember it in his sickness-induced delirium. I promise the phrase, "Don't think, just spend" was used. Blake as my witness, I was charged with spending his HK$1000 (that's right, one thousand) bills.
While we didn't spend nearly that much, we did eat the best ice cream and french fries I've ever had in my life, even though we tried to order Hazelnut dome cake and apple pie, which room service was either out of or just didn't know what we were trying to order.
All of this was consumed while we were actually clean (a first on this trip), in the bed, wrapped up in a bath robe, and watching movies.
The next day we had to board our plane for the 15 hour flight to America.
Hong Kong, it certainly was real.