Okay. I've been in China for three weeks now, and have written (almost) every day. Each day, I've written some sort of "woo-hoo-look-at-me-I'm-living-in-China" blog. My plan tonight was to write more of an "about me" blog, since I've gotten a few new readers who know I'm in China, but don't know much about me. *However*… I've had quite a day to write about today. Actually, it sort of started last night…
I decided to start living (for one day) like I'm actually staying in this phenomenal, 5-star hotel. I scheduled a room-service breakfast. I decided not to go with the continental breakfast or with the US breakfast. When in Rome, ya know. So, breakfast was rice porridge, jasmine tea, two preserved vegetables, steamed pork bun, and barbecue pork crisp. Actually, there were some other steamed buns that just came with the meal. It was… well… interesting. I would have loved the rice porridge if there was just a touch of sugar in it. I didn't touch the vegetables (they scared me), the plain steamed buns were delicious. There was one steamed bun that was filled with something green, and that scared me, too. The jasmine tea was phenomenal, and I'm super glad that I've already purchased some to take home. Then, before I left for work, I packed up some laundry and ordered a laundry service.
On the way to my room, I stopped in the hotel restaurant to order some food to be delivered to my room. Got the second dinner listed—amazing corn chowder, steamed rice, a sort of garlic chicken (no bones!!), and English tea. While ordering my dinner, I met a man named Peter who is from Canada, but he's got to be a billionaire or something. He's taking a trip through China for like three months, and he has a tour guide. He never picks where to eat, or what to order. He just goes where they tell him to, takes pictures, and enjoys it. Wow. He was quite a pleasant fellow, but I think he had almost an Australian accent. Not Canadian, so I'm confused.
Anyways, I got back to my room, and my food was delivered right away. As I greeted them at the door, I checked my closet and whaddya know—I had a closet full of clean clothes. That's right, I sent everything out for cleaning. It's a pretty nice feeling, this livin' the high life. But that's the last time I do that—I'm saving my money for shopping for tourist things and then for eating salad when I get home.