DAY EIGHT
Today
we met up with Larry again at Tiananmen Square. It was strange being in a place
with so much history. There is such power in the events that have
transpired here. A very special experience.
Unfortunately,
my least favorite moment of all of China, as well as my proudest moment,
occurred here. Mao’s mausoleum is in Tiananmen Square and thousands of people
go through it everyday. But think about it. It’s basically like going to the
tomb of Hitler, except a hundred times worse.
I’ve
never felt so physically and emotionally uncomfortable. It was such a horrible
place to be. And thousands of people go there! People bring flowers and place
them on a statue. Others will pray to him, which was so sad to watch. These
people adore this monster. I wanted to get out of there as soon as I stepped
inside. But I did do one thing that I decided to later put on my bucket list so
I could cross it off. While we walked through the room with his “body” in it…I
might have spit on the ground. A moment of triumph for America.
After
that train wreck, we went to the Temple of Heaven. This is the building they
built in Epcot to represent China. It was gorgeous! It was fun going there
because all around the grounds there were brides and grooms taking wedding pictures.
It was cool seeing their Western style dresses, Chinese dresses, and then
awkward scantily clad prom dresses. But adorable nonetheless.
Then
we went shopping. We went to the Silk Market, which is one of the huge fake
markets in Beijing. Bartering is probably one of my favorite things to do, but
shopping is not. So really I only go there so I can argue with people.
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