Back to the Blog

I’ve returned! And with new pictures and experiences (fun and painful) to share.

Just fyi, I’m still in love with the street-baked sweet potatoes. Why don’t Americans live outside?* I now know that America was structured around the car, and not the bicycle, but man, have we been missing out. The teeming life on the streets of this city helps me to forget the smaller inconveniences of daily life. I love walking among these people, getting glimpses into what ‘normal’ is for them, and hearing the language all around me.

Some of you know that my scooter was stolen a few weeks back; though it was certainly not an enjoyable experience, I have enjoyed walking about the city to get around, and occasionally taking the bus when my  destination is further away. 

However, today I managed to smash my big toe into a passing curb as I was getting a ride from a friend to school. At first I was terrified I had broken it; the pain was excruciating.** But after arriving at school and finding that I could walk*** I decided I was probably okay. 

The pain had diminished, but not gone away, so I thought I should actually look at it. I know, inspired thought. So I looked. Swollen, and blood beneath the nail. According to a friend, I’ll lose the nail but otherwise be fine. 

Good thing I purchased a bus pass yesterday! Admittedly, it still requires walking to the bus stop, but I won’t have to walk twenty minutes to school with a bum toe. 

And I managed to get my winter clothes shopping done last weekend, so expect some fun pictures next post. Here’s a preview:

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And yes, those are little ears on the hood.

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* And any big city dweller can leave off their comments for now. 

** Mostly I was terrified about having to go to a hospital in this country; visions of huge and ungainly wrappings flashed before my mind’s eye.

*** Or rather, limp.

End

I’m sorry to say that this is the end of blogging for now. Every site I’ve tried (including this one, of course) is blocked here. Thanks to a friend I can at least let you know, now! I hope you have enjoyed the last few things I have to say; when I am able to use a site I will let you know by update.

I briefly tried metoyoutruly.tumblr.com if you’d like to see the few posts I have over there.

Thanks for keeping me in your thoughts.

Thanksgiving (early post)

The cheesecake I made early for Thanksgiving. It’s a little burnt on top. But for a first try.. pretty good!

Homemade caramel. It looks like gravy, I know. But it tastes pretty decent. For the roasted apples I’ll be making.

Cute stationary I found at a hole in the wall store. Maybe you will receive something fun. But not this paper. It’s for the kids. Sorry.

 

Bread and Life

There’s a kind of bread you can get in this city that works for making pizzas. It’s delicious and simple, and we eat it all the time as a snack*. The mystery bread is naan! Flour, water, salt, a little onion and garlic, and you have something wonderful.

They (those who regularly eat naan) say bread is life. Which makes me consider the interesting juxtaposition that creates with the bread of life.

There are always true things to be found within mankind’s messes. He doesn’t leave us without clues pointing towards himself. The metaphor of bread is just one of many I’ve heard that speaks to something greater underneath. It’s just connecting their ideas and what those ideas are really talking about, and ‘hoping’ that they can see the bridge we’re trying to build.†

But anyways, I can already tell – I’m going to miss eating naan when I go back to the States. Just like I miss eating pasta once a week, or getting good dim sum when I’m up in Dallas. There are other things I miss, of course, but food seems to be a biggie.

I saw the university girls today, and tried to teach them swing dance in exchange for their trying to teach me their cultural dance. I’ll head over later tonight to the big gathering to try in front of hundreds of people.**

Not alone, thank goodness; that would be too much. But still, spectators. During my second time trying this thing.††

Occassionally I’ll see Tibetan monks around the city too, and the interesting thing I’ve learned about them is: they don’t make vows of poverty like Western monks used to (still do?) and their belief system says that if you help someone who is disabled or poor, you’re messing in their karmatic justice and you will be punished for interferring. Pretty sick thinking. So the monks, though they wear the traditional garb, are pretty well off – wearing designer/leather shoes, using the most recent cell phone models, and passing by the beggars. This upsets me perhaps more than it should, but it’s probably upsetting because in the Western world they’re highly regarded as giving up earthly concerns and being benevolent to the less fortunate.

In the end, they’re humans, too and that’s all the explanation I need for why it’s messed up, but still…

I also got a haircut. Picture to soon follow.

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*At least we eat it as a snack when someone is in the area to pick it up.

**Joy. Their kind of dancing requires you to be really confident with your moves, and confident I am not when trying out a new skill.

†Speaking of metaphors.

††Was swing dance ever this challenging? I don’t remember.

Hello world! (Or my small bit of it)

So… after trying to foist off suggestions of doing a blog during my ‘year’ abroad, I’ve succumbed! The writing bug (and the desire to make my updates pages long, rather than the condensed version of half a page of text and as many pictures as I can fit) has struck! Or struck again, since writing isn’t really new to me, per se.

As with any writing endeavor, there are bound to be boring bits, grammatical mistakes and spelling errors. Feel free to point out the later two; I will hopefully improve on that first point, without too many suggestions of “More adventure! More excitement! Less you!”

Also, I will rarely touch on the other side of my being here, for obvious reasons. Being a student and living abroad (and with a family! – new experiences yay!!) is more than enough to chat about. No promises on how regular updates will be either, sorry; when the students return in two weeks, I have no idea what my life will look like.

Thanks for taking a look in, and hope you are encouraged/amused/distracted for a few minutes by my experiences abroad when you come by.

DeeDee

p.s. (ask my father – the human one – if the nickname doesn’t make sense to you)