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We are living out of four suitcases (but we just had to buy a 5th…shopping) that I have neatly arranged all over the hotel room. Trust me this room is much nicer than the first one so I am not complaining. And although these beds are bigger than the first room, they are still nothing more than a double bed. Which I guess if you are Asian, that is big enough. When you are like Sean and I, you find yourself precariously hanging over the edge in the middle of the night. And then there the housekeepers in the morning… You don’t need an alarm clock here (which there is not a clock in the room-must be some superstition, I’m sure) you are wakened each morning with their loud talking and banging of doors. The first thought that always comes to my mind is, did we put the “Do Not Disturb” sign out last night?
Getting around has become easier and I don’t feel like the “alien” that I did the first few days. I actually caught myself walking down the street the other day as if I belonged here until I caught the glare of a stare directed at me and it was then that I realized my transformation into a China resident has started. I am starting to feel normal here. I wished that I spoke the language… Oh my God, I wish I did. And it is soooo hard. Nothing makes sense with the pronunciation so I have also honed my skills at looking up words quickly in my Mandarin book and pointing to what it is that I want to say. And they are really great about it too. I recently picked up a bottle of what I thought was soy sauce but couldn’t tell so I had to confirm with the older man at the register… he chuckled and said “Yes, soy sauce”. It’s funny, you never know who will surprise you with English.
I don’t think I will ever get used to the shopping here though. I can’t tell if it is high pressure sales or just extremely good customer service. Either way, since I am the great “shopper” and usually not the great “buyer”, I think I will stay out of stores for awhile until I really need something. There is no window shopping in Shanghai. If you look at it, the sales lady has it bagged for you before you can say “bushi”, which means NO in mandarin…but Sean and I still don’t know how to pronounce it!
I will end for now but I already know what the subject of my next entry will be about. I will end up being one of those starving kids in China that my mother told me about in order to get me to eat my vegetables… and now I know why they were starving… and I would do anything to have those safe vegetables that my mother was trying to get me to eat…. You can’t imagine the food here. Where is the General Tso’s Chicken , the Honey Garlic Chicken or Pork Fried rice??? And what is foie gras and who eats pig intestines??? More to come…..promise.
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