My birthday was last Friday. Something was planned for me right after school. Then Quinn got detention (4 tardies!!) and then wanted to go to the Volley ball game with friends and Josephine was invited to a 3-way sleepover. That left Just Bridget and I and that was just wonderful! We took a cab to the subway and then downtown. The cab ride was unique because the driver didn't understand my directions to the Metro Station. Although far from fluent I'm getting pretty good at saying the word for the the station. This fellow acted like he'd never heard of it so we showed him on a chinese map - still nothing. So we drive around in circles for a while and he finally asks some people for help. This happens twice and we finally are heading in the right direction.
Now where we live has only one road to and from the Metro station. It is an old dirt road with an old bridget that has only one lane. During the busy part of the day it is PACKED with people, walking, biking, driving, standing, setting up shop to sell their good, dogs, geese, you name it. This rookie taxi driver apparently is also mr. polite as he let everyone go first over the bridge. You just don't do that here. People try hard enough on their own to got first, they don't need any "help" so we sat for a while and visited until he finally got us across the bridge.
Once at the station we had a nice ride downtown, had a drink atop the the glass windowed Rotating 47th floor of the Raddison hotel, and then pizza in pudong. What a great way to turn 45!