- First impressions. The Chinese people are a gregarious lot, each supremely comfortable in his or her skin and wholly unbashful when it comes to speaking one's mind or calling to attention oneself in order to get one's way. This is a generalization, of course, but if I may generalize some more: cultures that have evolved out of a 4,000-year history with hardly any miscegenation tend to be this way, like one big (gigantic) happy (sometimes) family.
- Things I could take a while to get used to. Foremost: lack of toilets in public restrooms. The whole squatting thing utilizes muscles I'm just not used to flexing. For those who did plyos with me during winter conditioning: it's like wall sits, except without the wall. Oh, and it's BYOTP. You can figure that out.
- Nainai (grandma on my dad's side) and that part of the family (Thursday).
- The Dalai Lama (Friday lunch with Jiujiu).
- The twins.
- Moutai (baijiu): the liquor that saved the state (Friday dinner).
- Basketball: there are some players with offensive skills, but if you think there's no defense played on America's playgrounds, you'll want to scream when you hear about the Chinese's idea of defense.
- Waking up at 7:30 a.m. every day, a testament to biology.
- The sweetest condo I've ever seen a friend of a friend (i.e. someone real) own, and offer to let me stay in whenever I want.
That'll keep me occupied throughout the week. Bedtime.