kids these days.

When you are American... you crave sandwiches. Give me the bread, turkey, cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickles (!) and mayo. Yesterday, it was Subway that came through when it counted.

A fellow sandwich craver and I took the subway to Subway (ha). We did everything we are not supposed to do... we got cheese (cheese here is unpasteurized, and thus dangerous if you aren't used to it)... we got fresh vegetables (no doubt washed in China water)... and I'll tell you what, I would have gotten ice in my iced tea had it been there. Guess what... we're fine. I think that we're all getting used to the water (most of us are living on the edge and even brushing our teeth with it) and as long as we don't drink a river or something crazy like that, we will be just fine.

After the delicious and wonderful sandwich, we did what any kids would do on a hot summer day... we climbed through windows onto the roof, blew up a kiddie pool, filled it with water and had a rooftop beach party. It was beautiful, and of course, drew spectators who were amazed at our crafty ways. The funny thing is, the cleaning ladies were more concerned with us tracking in dirt from the roof than they were that we were actually on the roof. Needless to say, I am proud of all parties involved with the creation of rooftop-beach.


Later on we met up with one of the supervisors for the volunteers at Laoshan Velodrome and she took us to an amazing American diner-style restaurant called Paul's Steak and Eggs. We walked in, were greeted by Paul himself and became the happiest kids ever when we saw menus full of burgers, steak and eggs (of course), chicken strips, fries and grilled cheese sandwiches. We ate like Americans. We laughed like Americans. We had the greatest time like Americans.

We also found out that Paul has satellite TV and will be showing the NBC coverage of all Olympic events. Paul is great. He is our friend, and we love him.