The entire service was in Mandarin, so I was only able to catch a couple of phrases here and there. Lunch was at the church as well, during which I was introduced to several of my dad's former colleagues & friends. Apparently mom and dad stopped by the same church occasionally when they used to be in Davis.
Stopped by their old house as well: 413 Grande. It's blue now.
It's chillier than I imagined, but really beautiful. Actually, I'd say it looks a bit like Fargo to me. Expansive fields. But if you look off into the distance you can spot snow peaked mountains. And there are flowers and blossoming trees everywhere.
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