Ho hum, another day in Beijing.
Cal was feeling a little under the weather so we went to the on-campus clinic for a little pick-me-up. He left with a full complement of the best that East and West has to offer for his cold symptoms.
We mailed a Christmas package to Cal's daughter, watching as the postal worker wrapped each individual piece in bubble wrap, then wrapped the box in bubble wrap with copious amounts of tape and then put everything in another box and put tape and plastic straps on that. Postage to the US was only slightly less than the price of the original items.
Next stop was the bookstore, where they have a small foreign language section. I must be addicted to books because I enjoy wandering in the store even when I can't read 99 percent of what's there.
Upon returning to campus, I found what might be my new favorite place at the university. On the third floor of the library, there are a few English-language magazines. The presence of Time and Newsweek I can understand. People magazine was a bit of a surprise. I can only hope that no one actually reads it.
I walked back to our apartment building, passing a serious soccer game being played on concrete because the university grounds are too small to have a sports field.
Out of the frigid wind, into the lobby, where at least three languages are being spoken. Up the stairs and down the hall to "home." And here I sit, tapping away 5239.36 miles from our "real" home. (I checked.)