So, I'm assuming that if you're reading this, you care enough to be asking yourself, "What happened to Indonesia?" Well, it all started with a sketchy bit in the contract. Then I started looking around at working hours and decided I didn't want a 6 day workweek. So I did some research, sent some CVs (resumes), and got a job in Nanjing, China. They're two months into their semester there, so I should be teaching within a week or so. I even got my visa today.
Time out. Would you give me a visa? A business visa? Okay maybe if I had a letter saying that I was a foreign expert. Which leads to the greater question: Would you give me a letter saying I was a foreign expert? These people obviously don't know what they're getting themselves into.
So, the job is 20 "class hours" a week. Class hours are only 45 minutes. Students are in a college of tourism and hospitality. The class is conversational English. The job comes with an apartment. I honestly can't think of a single Chinese word that I know. I feel like that answers the major questions. Feel free to ask more.
Remember that cooking class I went to?
Yeah, that's right. Hands down, the scariest thing I've ever done with chicken.They also close down several blocks in downtown Chiang Mai every Sunday. This week, I remembered by camera.
It wouldn't be Thailand without a temple photo, so I included this obligatory wat shot.
Finally, I made my Momma proud and bought some silk. Above are the tassels of some scarves I bought. By the way, I don't know if anyone has ever told you, but haggling is ridiculously fun.I miss everyone. I'll send you something from China. Probably an email. And my love.
PS- I'm there until 10 July 2011. I knew I'd forgotten something.
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