My Standards Have Changed

Ten months ago, when we moved to China, we stayed at the illustrious Dragon Hotel while we searched for an apartment. Upon check-in, we were presented with flutes of champagne and tiny cheesecake bites. Our room was stocked with a bowl of fresh fruits. “That’s a nice touch,” I said to Nick.

Today, as we made the 12-hour journey home (via bus, ferry, taxi, bus, taxi) from some Nanxi River valley villages outside Wenzhou, I glanced up at the handles running along the ceiling of the bus. There hung clusters of small black plastic bags, perfect for grabbing if you needed to spit out a chicken bone or melon seed. I turned to Nick and said, “That’s a nice touch.”



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2 responses to “My Standards Have Changed

  1. mary Freeman

    hahaha. That post had me laughing out loud!

    I can’t wait to see you guys! we leave in the morning!

  2. Jess

    Ha! Welcome home! Can’t wait to skype!

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