Fenghuangling is huge. Really. We could go back for several days and still not explore all the trails, at least not if we’re hiking with kids.
There are three major trail loops in Fenghuangling Nature Park (also known as Phoenix Mountain) that visitors can explore—the North Route, the Middle Route, and the South Route. At the entrance of the park there are signs that describe each loop and list the attractions that visitors can see on each one.
It was not an easy task to convince Hubby that doing a half-day trip to a Buddhist Temple would be an exciting use of our time. He’s normally a great sport about everything—I come up with crazy lists of family adventures I want to try, and he plays along and agrees to fight the congested Beijing traffic and play the navigator as we figure out how to make our way to the different places on my list. Tanzhe Temple was like that. This particular temple, the oldest in Beijing, was on my list because I love spring . . . and all the blossoms . . . especially magnolias. And Tanzhe Temple is a great place to see them.
Hubby, however, isn’t quite as into the blossoms like I am, and we’ve lived in Asia for thirteen years now and, well, we’ve seen a lot of Buddhist temples. The drive to Tanzhe would be about an hour-and-a-half (but unpredictable because of Beijing traffic). In his eyes, it was a long drive for . . . another Buddhist Temple.
So how did I get him excited to go?
During the first week of April, my children were off from school for spring break. I had recently made my Beijing Bucket List for spring and was eager to start checking things off that list, especially because I wanted to see those places while the spring flowers were in bloom.
Beijing air quality has been dramatically improving in the last three years, and this year, the air has been phenomenal . . . that is, it was until spring break rolled around. It was pretty frustrating to have my kids with the week off of school, the temperatures perfect, the flowers in bloom, but have air so bad that I didn’t want to leave the house, let alone take my kids hiking.
As luck would have it, though, the cold air started blowing from the north and cleared out the smog. Yes, it was really cold, but I’d take cold clean air over polluted warm air any day. My family took advantage of the clean air and day off school to go to the Great Wall. Finally. After almost three years of living here and listening to my son ask questions and spout facts about this famous landmark, he finally got to walk on it himself.
Despite the snow and hale this week, spring has definitely sprung here in Beijing. I love Beijing in the springtime. Flowers (magnolias, cherry blossoms, forsythia, and so many more), cleaner air, warmer temperatures . . . there is so much to love about springtime in Beijing.
I’m not a fan of cold weather, so my family usually enjoys indoor activities during the winter, and by the time springtime rolls around, we’re busting to go out and do some hiking or bike riding.
When I read this article from ThatsBeijing which gives suggestions for where to enjoy the spring blossoms, I started making my Beijing Bucket List for spring—things I want to do with my family in the next few months. It’s hard to say how much longer we’ll be privileged enough to live in Beijing, and I want to do better with enjoying the city and all it has to offer while we’re here.
What’s on my bucket list? Here. Take a look . . .
In my last post, I said that my husband and I came up with the brilliant idea of foregoing weekend extracurricular activities for the kids so that we could use Saturday as our “Family Adventure Day” and get out of the expat bubble here in Beijing suburbia and explore China.
Our first attempt to actually follow through with our plan led us to the discovery of Taoyuan Valley—an excellent place to hike and get away from the crowds.
Our second Family Adventure Day didn’t go so well.
We’ve been in China now for one year. The ease we had in returning to China after our summer break in the States shows just how much we learned during that first year. The second year in a new country is so much easier than the first.
Though our transition last year went as smoothly and easily as it possibly could have, I look back on my family’s first year in China, and can’t help but notice that we didn’t explore China all that much. For most of the year, we were consumed with finding a house, getting settled, figuring out how to get around, and helping the kids find their groove and thrive in it. For the most part, we worked hard to find our comfort zone and then we decided to stay there.
When I first arrived, the other expat moms I met here didn’t bother to sugarcoat their experiences in China. “I’m going to be real with you,” they said. “Be prepared to have good days and bad days. When things start to go downhill, take a deep breath and tell yourself, ‘It’s China. That’s just the way things are.’ And then move on.”
I’ve been pretty fortunate since arriving that my good days have far outnumbered the bad, and yet one day last week, I was walking home and the sights and smells and sounds of China—the tuk-tuks driving by, the language I couldn’t understand, the slight smell of smog in the air—left me wishing for home.
Once the weather turns nice, my family loves to be active outside where the kids can get their wiggles outside in the fresh air and sunshine. Here in Beijing, that can get tricky. Not only does the weather need to be nice, but the Air Quality Index (AQI) needs to be favorable. When the stars align and both of those things happen on the same day, you better believe we’ll take advantage of it.
When we moved to Beijing, we decided to live in the suburbs (Shunyi District). This meant we were far from the parks and activities that downtown Beijing could offer us, but we were close to the international schools and where most expat children live. When we first arrived, we wondered how many amenities we would find in the suburbs so far from the city center, but soon after we arrived, we were fortunate to discover a stunning park area a short drive away.
Any time we move into a new country, a part of us will change. We have to. We learn a new language (or at least pieces of one) or other tricks to enable communication. We learn cultural taboos and make sure we don’t commit them. We embrace the differences when we can. When we can’t embrace them, we endure them and try to be positive.
Perhaps the biggest culture shock in coming to China was not the language (having lived in Korea, I was accustomed to getting by with minimal language) or the air quality (I was prepared for the worst and ended up being pleasantly surprised).
The most difficult challenge was the seemingly flippant regard for others’ safety and well-being—mostly on the road. In a previous post, I discussed the morbid Chinese reaction to car-pedestrian accidents. You can read that here.
I’ve been overseas long enough to know that the media doesn’t always give an accurate portrayal of what life is really like in certain parts of the world.
For ten years I lived in Seoul, Korea and every time North Korea came to the forefront of media coverage, I would get a flurry of questions: “You guys all right over there?” or “Korea is so dangerous. I can’t believe you live there.”
Every time, my answer was the same: “Life carries on as normal. You would never know North Korea is stepping up its antics yet again.” In reality, although you would never guess it from media coverage, even with the North Korean border only thirty-five miles away, we were much safer in Seoul than we would have been in the USA. You could lose a wallet on the subway in Seoul and would get it in the mail a week later with the money and credit cards still inside. Instances like this, in which Koreans won’t even pick up dropped money from the street, don’t surprise me at all. But those kinds of realities don’t get media attention.
I understand that media coverage can distort our concept of what it would be like to live in a certain country, so it was hard for my husband and I to anticipate what the reality of living in Beijing would be. What we, like most others, knew of Beijing was what the media chose to tell us, and the only thing the media liked to talk about when it came to Beijing was the air quality. I remember watching this video and sharing it with a friend while my husband was interviewing for his position.