Pa nastan svensk mark

We went to the Swedish table tennis player JO Waldner's restaurant yesterday. In the rest of the world you can always say Abba and people understand you're from Sweden, but in China you need to say JO Waldner.
The slogan is "Probably the best Swedish food in China". Well, it was okay, but some more salt and pepper made it even better.
Olivia tried out the table tennis. Notice the man with the camera in the right corner of the photo. He's a photographer from People's daily, the newspaper which is the number one voice of the government in China. They will publish a story about the restaurant on Saturday, and have promised to send me a copy if Olivia appears on a picture. But I doubt the want to write about adoption, and they have to if they don't intend to lie.
Kottbullar, Wallenbergare, Biff Rydberg, Pyttipanna och halstrad lax smakade got efter tva veckor i Kina.


Olivia is practising egg and spoon race.
Learning to use the fork.
We tried the football game as well.
Olivia didn't reach so Mrs Fang, Mats Chinese colleague, helped her.
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Today Granny, I and Olivia have been on a Hutong-tour by rickshaw. It was interesting but very cold. I forgot the camera, so no photos. We went with our adoption group and visited a local market, the home of an "ordinary man" and a nursery. The nursery was for children from four years old and more like a boarding school, the children live there Monday to Thursday. They eat and play in the classroom and sleep in a dormitory. The reason the stay both days and nights is the parents want the children to develop their independence.
How different we look at things!
Now both the sleeping beauties have woken up from their nap and want my attention.
Tomorrow: Sweden!