Thank You Heavenly Father!!

So we asked a DVD-shop guy to get a copy of the new Alice in Wonderland movie for us about 2 weeks ago. We were supposed to pick it up last week, but we were in Beijing. Today (Saturday), Bruce and I decided to go grocery shopping and run some errands. We got on the bus in front of our school, #38, and rode to downtown Weihai. We got off and headed for the market street. We picked up our video plus two more - at Bruce's brother Daniel's recommendation, we got X-men Wolverine origins. Then we headed for Big World to look for toys for our kids and gets some of Bruce's favorite muffins. We were done just in time to catch the last bus back to school. All the buses stop at 6pm for the day, and our last bus leaves downtown at 5:20pm (the alternative is to pay an expensive taxi to take you home, if you can find one). We made it on the bus, and about 10 mins into the ride it stops on the side of the road. The bus driver gets off and starts talking in Chinese on her cell phone. Bruce and I look at each other; we had no idea what was going on. Then she got back on the bus and started yelling at the passengers. Everyone started getting off the bus. We guessed - the bus had broken down! So we waited for another bus to pick us up, along with all our fellow passengers. The best they could do was to just stick us on another route for free - there was no replacement bus for our route. When the free bus got to our stop, it was already full... so yet another game of "How many people can we fit on the bus?" We paid a lot of attention to where we were going, and some things looked familiar, though others did not. Eventually the bus stopped at a grocery store that is only 3 blocks away from our school. Bruce suggested we get off. I was sure that since they took all of our passengers, the bus would also go to our stops and take us by our school. So we stayed on. A minute later, the bus turned away from the school, but we thought surely it must stop right in front of our school, like the other bus would have. Nope. At every stop, the bus got emptier and emptier. Finally we pulled up to a gated parking lot on a dusty road, with only two other passengers. Bruce ran up to the bus driver and said the name of our school in Chinese, "Daguanghua Swayshao?" We wouldn't understand his Chinese answer, so we looked for other body signs as indications. If we were still going to our school, the bus driver might nod his head and point forward. After confirming our destination, his eyes got big and he said something in Chinese. The other two passengers started laughing. Bruce and I got red in the face. We were supposed to have gotten off. This was his last stop. The other two passengers got off and gestured for us to follow them. I wondered if they would call us a cab. We got off and started walking down the abandoned street. I was almost in tears. Then the bus honked behind us. The driver waved for us to get back on. We did, and he pulled a BIG u-turn, and started backtracking his route all through our neighborhood. Nearly ten minutes later, he pulled up to our school. . . The Lord was definitely watching over us. WoW!! I'm so grateful!!