Reminiscent of A Story About Ping by Maragaret Wise, right?
I got these pictures waiting for the train to take me back to Zhenjiang after church on Sunday. This is not the Yangzi River, which does, however, run through Nanjing, but the boats reminded me of Ping instantly.
I attended the Nanjing International branch, which meets in the basement of the Jingli hotel. I spent a LOT of time waiting for trains on Sunday, but it was so nice to take the sacrament and have real conversation (without hand guestures and guesswork).
Today I've been here a week and I'm doing well! I sat in on the five-year-olds' Chinese class today. It's amazing they can read so many characters already. More than I can, for sure...