It's not quite the Atlanta out of Jermaine Dupri's universe, but it's pretty damn delicious.
Why is it called the "Mid-Autum" festival if it's at the beginning of autumn? Who knows.
Catch me out here learning Basque, because I want to stay in Basque Country forever.
Unlike Poland, where you can easily install your Polish SIM card on a drug dealer cell phone and get on with your life just fine, in China you're gonna want a top-of-the-line smart phone with a long battery life because if there's one thing you need to adjust to life in China, it's your phone.
I didn't really know what to expect coming into China. People will tell you so many different contradictory things--half of them vague observations, half of them lazy racist stereotypes. I've been here for almost a month now, and I'm still not quite sure what to make of it.
Nothing makes you realize the weird quirks of your own culture quite like a country where you all speak the same language, yet somehow don't.
We have only a little time to please the living, but all eternity to love the dead.