I live pretty far north in Qingdao, in a district called Licun. I am the only foreigner for miles, and my foreign friends always give me pitying looks when I tell them where I live. 384 more words
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The three locals (I really want to say ‘amigos,’ but I won’t) laughed as my breath caught in my throat.
Usually when I see something grandiose or amazing or am surprised in a good way by something, my eyes go really wide and I get an almost giddy look on my face, or so I’ve been told. 554 more words