I didn’t feel great when I woke up this morning (maybe the spicy food from yesterday, maybe just my period starting). I faced a difficult question – what about Mass? My stomach was vaguely unhappy – it could get worse, but it was currently not bad enough to not go to Mass . . . just bad enough to not go right now. The problem is that 8:30am is the last Mass at West Church, and one of the later ones in the city.
I ended up waiting another hour, feeling slightly better (or at least not worse), and deciding to go to Xishiku for their 10am Mass. Every church in Beijing is at least an hour away by whatever various combinations of walking, biking, buses, and subway that I use. This one was no exception: I biked to the 五道口 station, took two subway lines, including a lengthy walk to transfer, and then walked another kilometer to the church.
Xishiku, more commonly known as the North Cathedral, is beautiful.
I liked the church, the music, and the length of the homily (of middling-to-low importance to me usually, but a serious consideration at Chinese Mass), plus the option of 8am or 10am Mass is nice.
After Mass, the children’s choir sang a song for their dads, and the big screens showed pictures of them with their dads (hard to see here).
It made me think of my dad! Happy Father’s Day!
I felt weak and tired after Mass, so I took a taxi home. First time using Kuaidi, a Chinese taxi-calling app, and it was wildly successful!
I spent the afternoon in the hotel, taking it easy. I took some charcoal caplets, took a three hour nap, drank some yogurt, read a lot. I had dinner in the restaurant downstairs – we just found out that you can order food there, and it is so nice to know that I can get a huge variety of good food at good prices downstairs any time before 8:30pm!