Before moving to Fuzhou, I thought the periodic sense of loneliness would be the first challenge I had to face. I was wrong.
I've told at least eight people the same tedious anecdote in the past four weeks.
There was a loud altercation at the head of the line. A big Chinese chap was shouting angrily and stabbing his finger at museum attendants.
56 percent of Beijing citizens claim they are unhappy. What's the matter with Beijingers? Why are they so miserable?
As I arrived at Beijing airport on the morning of June 22, I couldn't help feeling that my flight to HK was as in-tune with the heavenly spheres.
The first day teaching new Chinese students English is always interesting.
An apple, a yogurt, a chocolate bar and a sandwich- that has been my lunch every day since I switched from mother's milk to solid food.
The other day my friends Keiko and Oliver were having a barbecue in the handkerchief-sized courtyard of their siheyuan home, in a hutong off Beijing's Dongzhimennei Dajie.
I think it was Jack Kerouac who wrote that everybody should have the experience of total solitude at least once in life. The same could be said about living in a very foreign culture.
If you want to learn a new skill, you should go to the top exponents in the field.
I am a self-made woman in several fields, including learning languages. As I preach to others: Don't wait to be perfect in a language before you start to use it.
My appearance stood out like a sore thumb - but not because I was the only foreign guest attending the banquet.