Like most of the locals, my aunt owns a motorcycle. We aren't talking Harleys or anything: it's more of a moped for sure. She has a car too m, but it's really convenient to drive the motorcycle for short trips. I've been obsessed with motorcycle rides ever since I came to China as a little girl. Whenever a relative took me out for a spin, I was the happiest person alive. It's on my bucket list to own and ride a motorcycle...we'll find out in the future if I'm actually that bad ass or not!
Jason, my brother, got the first motorcycle ride of the trip since he was awake then, so he got dibs while I snored away. That's okay; I'll fight anyone who tries to get the next one.
We spent a really long time looking at photos that day. I had made a photobook documenting the past four years of high school, at my mother's request. She thought they would make great gifts (I don't see why our relatives would be that interested in having a book full of Melissa, Melissa, and Melissa, but it wasn't my call). Thus, I went through it with each relative and explained things when they asked (ex: "what in the name of God is prom and why do you need to be dress so nicely for it?" or "colleges invite you to go VISIT before you decide you're going to go there??"). Jason had also brought his yearbook, and my cousin Joyce had photos from all her trips.
We enjoyed a nice homemade lunch of dumplings, congee soup also known as zhouk (a staple in the Cantonese diet), and Asian veggies. My uncle also ate with us after getting over here on his motorcycle (YAAAAY).
Afterwards, we went out to get bus tickets to go to Hong Kong in a few days. They were sold in this gorgeous, pristine five star hotel that had waterfalls everywhere inside, a gargantuan flower pot in the middle of the football-field length lobby, and elephant statues greeting you at the door. Not too shabby!
Our dinner was eaten at a local restaurant that was less than five minutes away on foot. The place was packed with people and I could barely hear my own voice over the noise. That's local dining for ya! π΄
If the Cantonese are known for anything, it's food. Every time we come back, we've experienced the most insane and incredible meals, flavors, and dishes. According to my dad, Guangzhou is noted for its cuisine throughout China, and then within Guangzhou, Shunde (a smaller region within Guangzhou where we were) was famous for its food. I'm very grateful to have been born into a family that literally lives in a paradise for food lovers. Praise The Lord.
We dined in many dishes: steamed fish, eggdrop and vegetable soup, sesame sweet and sour pork, chicken, chives with cashews and seafood, green beans and pork, stuffed peppers, and sweet red bean cakes for dessert. The English names for Chinese dishes sound terribly unappetizing, so you'll just have to take my word for it that it was all delicious.
Our bellies stuffed, we took a long walk around the city, observing the nightlife. There was a huge mall nearby and all of the streets were lined with salons, boutiques, shops, cafΓ©s, and much more. Once back at the house, we just relaxed and got in some internet use before bed. A great first full day in Guangzhou!
My breakfast that first morning: zongzi, almond cakes, a butter cookie, and fruit (not pictured)
Lunch! My relatives like using newspapers as placemats π
An exotic fruit known as mangosteen! They're absolutely delicious; I've eaten quite a few since we got here!
A picstitch of our dinner! These red bean things were super yummy...they were crispy and not super sweet!




























