If you ever want to feel
like a rock star, I suggest making a visit to China. I’d been journaling earlier today at the edge of West Lake
in Hangzhou, China, and I had a Chinese teenager, dressed in punk clothing, a
group of young girls and their mothers, and two shy teenage girls approach me
and ask to have photographs taken with me. There was also a curious policeman who attempted to read
over my shoulder, and a small boy, wearing a homemade grass crown, who also
seemed to be very ...
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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.
