In college I spent an entire summer in Chongqing China. To date, it was the best summer I have ever had. I made so many friend and had so many good times that it would take hours for me to tell the world about it. I’ll just hit the key points and if ya’ll want to talk about if further just ask. I will be happy to talk about it.
I think the best part was the total escape from anything that was familiar to me. The culture was so deep in history that the few months I was there allowed me to barley scratch the surface. The people were extraordinarily nice and I think they were just as curious about me as I was them. Everywhere I went there were hundreds of eyes staring at me. At first this was a little weird but I was in a part of China that was anything but touristy. I’ll call it “down home” China, if I may, and I was the “out of towner”. I stayed on a college campus and took Chinese language courses that were fun but hard as hell. Most of the people I interacted with were fellow students. This reminds me of a funny story. One day I saw a sign that said English Corner on so and so night at so and so time. It sounded interesting so I went to check it out. Little did I know that it was a designated time for thousands of Chinese college students to come together and practice speaking English in this open courtyard. I walked up kind of late and the first thing I see are all these Chinnese people staring directly at me. Then all of a sudden, as if they all had the same idea at the same time, they bombarded me. It first I was like “Oh shit, what did I do?.” Then they stoped just short of me and started firing off a million questions. You see, I was the only person at the damn thing that spoke English as my native language. It was crazy and lasted with complete intensity for at least three hours.
Okay, even though theirs lots more, that’s all for now. I’m tired. Later
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