Duibuqi, That means, I am sorry in Chinese. In the mist of trying to really delve into the language and culture of my Chinese family, it has been challenging to make computer time a priority. Blog posts have no doubt fallen by the way side. Since my last post, so much has happened. I have said my sad farewell to my host family in Harbin, literally ran through Xi'an, which now leaves a lingering blur (separate post to follow), and I have said hello and been welcomed by my new host family in the city of "forever Spring", Kunming.
So a little about our Harbin farewell...
So a little about our Harbin farewell...
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| Feifei and I in Harbin No. 1 High School |
Tears were shed and emails swapped as we left Harbin. Even now as we look back, Harbin was definitely a special place. I think I can speak for the entire group when I say "We loved it there!".
It's hard to imagine that after only 3 weeks, it was so terribly difficult to say goodbye to my host sister and family.
As much as I would like to see them again, China is not exactly nearby. My next trip to China is not yet planned, and could possibly be far out on my horizon. The internet certainly cuts out the distance until we figure out how to study and learn together again.
It's hard to imagine that after only 3 weeks, it was so terribly difficult to say goodbye to my host sister and family.
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| My host father, myself, Feifei and my host mother standing in front of the school |
We left from Harbin No. 1 High School after many pictures were taken. We boarded the bus to get ready for our next adventure. We were now going to study in Kunming, where we would be in a University setting.
