First, here are some pictures of the view from the roof of the school, taken the other day (the day that we got drenched in Qingdao's amusing imitation of a tropical storm):
Some of the views remind me a lot of the Philippines. The hill behind the school is actually a cemetery, but there are no bodies in it. China requires that all bodies be cremated. Unlike in the States, in China, families are responsible for maintaining their own plots -- there is not a caretaker looking after the entire cemetery.
The next few pictures are from our very rainy meal the other day, at the noodle place:
These two shots show the rural village that we walked through to get to the noodle place. The two people whose backs you see are Carl, the elementary principal, and Stacy, one of the teachers.
This is the small noodle place where we ate (on the left).
The stools we sat on were quite small, but surprisingly comfortable. I think they were less than a foot high.
Those noodles sure were yummy!
Stacy laughs and does her best to avoid the sudden torrential downpour. 'Twas a memorable lunch, indeed.