This morning, I went to a restaurant and asked for a bowl of rice and some tea. My emergent Chinese is mostly incomprehensible to the locals. I received spaghetti with vegetables and a bowl of warm milk.
Really tough communicating in this culture.
Not everyone involved with my coming here uses the English alphabet well. I understood I was to come to 'Nanning.' Only when I arrived at the wrong airport did I figure out that someone involved with the invitation got the spelling wrong by one letter-- I was supposed to be in Nanjing, hundreds of miles away. For a time, I was lost in a country where I don't speak the language and don't even know the alphabet. The airline people were very helpful, and I am now working at the Oxford Academy of English in Nanjing, a city of 7 million (see
below.)
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