Well, the tears started flowing again – from me this time -when we had to say “good bye” to our travel guide in our first city of Nanning.   I am sure he was quite puzzled why I started to cry. First of all, he doesn’t know how easy it is to get me crying 😉 and secondly he doesn’t realize how he has been our lifeline.

He is the man we first laid eyes on as we entered foreign soil.

The one who walked us through the foreign aisles of Chinese Walmart to get us bottled water and bread and peanut butter to survive.

He has served us like we have never been served- with kindness and diligence, and he has the hardest work ethic on the planet. “No problem, Mees Katereen” we heard over and over.

He took care of paperwork and double checked every word on every page of our documents.

He told Blake at one point, “You ask lots of questions. Lots of things I never be asked before.”😅 And he was open with his life answering all of Blake’s curious questions about China, adoption, the culture here, and his religion.

He gave us inside tips on where we could go that most tourists don’t frequent. He even worked overtime to try to help Blake buy a new pair of tennis shoes (since his are falling apart on this trip).

Amby was so kind to Theodore, always trying to make him smile, and encouraging him the best he could in his limited Cantonese to trust Blake and me.

He was our interpreter to understand the only things we will ever know about our son and his life at the orphanage.

And most importantly, Amby is the man who USHERED our baby into my arms for the very first time.  In a weird way, he was like a midwife.

Yes, Amby is my favorite and always will be.  I hope he knows how much he meant to us during our stay in Nanning.

(I better wrap this post up so I can stop sobbing now 😊. Time to look ahead to our next adventure. )