So, my last post is a whiny complaint about Guangzhou. This post, however, is intended to document the fact that I spent about 14 of the last 36 hours with Americans. I ate pizza. I listened to “90s” music. I ate ice cream and cake. I ate cheese and crackers. I drank wine and cool water. For a good chunk of that time Jason was off to an ex-pat event at a Brazilian grill reliving his college days.
It was nice to get together with folks, but I have exceeded my limit in this sense as well.