When my roommate and I entered through the front doors of
the Four Points Sheraton in Changzhou, our mouths dropped in unison as we
absorbed the beauty of the high-ceiling, chandelier lit, marble-tiled
lobby. As we rode the elevator to
the 23rd floor, I read an advertisement describing the hotels beds
as “900 pieces springs supporting your body,” and the fact that I slept in
until 10:30 this morning attests to the coziness of the mattress. The room itself, equipped with a flat
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
