I'm sitting in an airport terminal listening to soft Chinese chatter. This is my first exposure to what is probably, I'm assuming, the accent of the people of the city where I am going to live for the next year or more. Of course I have not strained my ears enough yet to understand any of it...
Speaking of understanding: My wife laughed at me about an hour ago when I came back to the table, in an airport restaurant, with a full tray of food. My second tray. I only wanted the fried tofu, but apparently I ordered "the meal", which come with little side dishes. I think it was #8.
"Here we go again" I said to myself. I almost forgot about the confusion of ordering from a Chinese menu, pointing and nodding.
But I solved this problem by eating almost the whole tray. No problem. My "Xbox Music" T-Shirt, which I found in a give-away pile at work is sized XL.
We have overcome a few obstacles on the way here. Overweight carry-ons, a missing sock. Well that's all that I can remember.
Ok they're boarding! Better go! I can't wait to fill out immigration forms, or tourist forms or whatever they're called