Eight things I didn’t prepare enough for this trip.
- The language. Try as I do, I still find myself feeling compelled to answer Chinese queries with Spanish responses. Dios mio.
- Living with men for two weeks. While the perks include never having to wait more than three minutes for the bathroom, the downside is the snoring. BEWARE THE SNORING.
- Claustrophobia-inducing tight quarters.
- Traffic “regulations.” More like widely acknowledged, yet collectively ignored, suggestions of the road.
- Being a pedestrian in a place that everyone is in a scooter gang. Where are all the sidewalks?
- The humidity. It may not be 100+ degrees here in the city like it is back home, but the humidity is equally as stifling. The other day I stood in the parking lot and could feel the moisture condensing on my shoes. In a matter of minutes, I felt like taking an hour-long shower.
- The toilets. The toilets. THE TOILETS. No. For those of you unfamiliar, many of the traditional toilets here are essentially holes in the ground. It’s not ideal.
- DELICIOUS FOOD EVERYWHERE. This one I (and my taste buds) can deal with. My stomach will catch up later.