So the journey began after Scott kicked us to the curb at SFO and everything went well with the flight on Korean Air (which is awesome FWIW).  It left a little late...which made us nervous because of the tight connection in Seoul.  Everyone said not to worry...and they were right, the transit process is quick, the security people are efficient.  Why can't U.S. airports work like that.  The boys got their first ride in 777 SFO-ICN and 747 ICN-PEK.

We thought we would take the subway but we haggled a nice little mini van right to the front door of the hotel...like rookies.  Scott dropped us off at 10:30 am and 20 hours later we plopped down for a selfie in Beijing.

We crashed by midnight and were all back up by 4:30...well all but John David, so we woke him up and struck out to explore by 6am.

It just so happens there is a beautiful old Catholic church just halfway down the block and saw people heading inside...so by accident we got to attend the 6:30 sunrise Mass...in Mandarin.  After that we cruised around the Wangfujing District so T could find a street vendor with something interesting to eat.

John David has pulled a muscle in his back, and is hurting so T took him off to get a massage.  Wyatt and I brought our baseball gloves and some balls with us (imagine that) so we wandered off in search of park to play ball.  We found an apartment building in a maze of alleys with some shade trees and a common area with some swings and open space and spent most of the afternoon playing catch for hours.  We were quite the scene with passersby on foot and mopeds stopping to watch us play.  I'm not sure if it was us or baseball, but I guess it was out of the ordinary for the neighborhood.

We met up with T later to show her our spot and stopped for some rice and green beans and chills from a street stall and then came back to the hotel to meet the batch of four families arriving here in Beijing tonight.