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On Sunday night, I arrived in New York with Galen, a friend I made in Wuhan that just happens to live and study in New York. The train ride, which I’ll blog at a later date (Thursday perhaps), brought us into Times Square to crowds, heat, and crazy-large advertisments. After stopping in Galen’s packed to the brim apartment, we took an hour ride out to Queens to meet my housing for the night, another Wuhanren named Lydia. Read the rest of this entry »
The new Starbucks has opened by Jianghan Road and I finally learned how to say the Chinese name, “xing ba ke.” Inside I learned that tonight, they didnt have any decaf or light beverages, which means the Chinese women will have to stand instead of sitting for a lot longer. (Chinese women often talk about standing up to lose weight).
Weekly or bi-weekly, we go to our local restaurant, usually with Linda and Steven and get to practice our Chinese by ordering our food without pointing to a menu or having a Chinese person come to our aid.
Pretty often, the ordering goes something like this:
Colette: “Gong bao ji ding, mei fan, hai you bing de ke la.”
“Kung pow chicken, rice and a cold coke.”
Clerk: “Hao de. Hai you ma?”
“Ok. Anything else?”
Lee is a 24 year old American that blogged from China about his life as an American teacher. Now he is back in Philadelphia confused about cheese, jobs and life.
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