Nov 04, 2007 13:16
Everyone thinks it was so brave of me to go visit China and thats cool.
It's just that I didn't know that being 'brave' meant being so scarred all the time.
When I flew into Hong Kong I knew exactly three things:
1) That a man to whom I have never had a conversation nor talked to except through E-mail was going to be waiting for me at the gate.
2) I had been literally on the move, due to layover etc. for 24 hours and I was tired.
3) I had never been more scarred.
The next three days would remind me of the movie Kate&Leopold. Renato was used to everything and I was busy staring off at looked and felt like a different time and place on earth (hell even the air felt different). Eventually I would become just as used to it all as Renato was, though I didn't know that yet.
What most people don't know about my "amazing soujourn" is this
1) That I was very ill for the first month I was there and never fully got over being sick until I got back to the U.S.A.
2)Most of the time I was working my ass off pulling a 70 hour work week teaching Chinese people English and was constantly exhausted.
3) That no matter how bad things got and no matter how sick I became I NEVER once thought, "I want to go home."
As always,
Sean