The air, the heat, the noise, the smells, the crowds.
And every day, every night, I drink it in. Together, the offensive and appealing parts of Beijing work to create an experience so unique, that I'm not quite sure I can describe it here. Suffice to say that there is no real way to prepare oneself for China.
Nightlife. A local-favorite system of connected alleys selling all different wares, as well as local delicacies [read: scorpion, octopus, silkworm...] |
Well...except maybe the dinner I had my last night in Beijing. Energized by the city lights and our growing ability to do simple things with the Chinese language, a small group of us set out to find a restaurant serving Peking Duck. We got what we were searching for, and much more.
There are two lessons to be learned here: 1. Order lightly 2. Never eat the first duck that comes to the table. |
On that note, Anthony and I were talking today, while walking back to campus after buying essentials and peeking into different stores, living in a country where you can't quite speak the language isn't nearly as scary as it sounds. For every difficult moment, there is a reward. Gratification is held in ordering a meal or getting help finding a certain product. And the locals seem willing (for the most part) to assist in understanding by doing things like speaking slowly and gesturing. It makes me even more excited to become more comfortable with Mandarin.
Tonight is for relaxation, recuperation, and preparation.
Zaijian, for now<3
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