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April 10, 2008
on learning Chinese and on how to catch a bad flu at the park
Following our Settlers of Catan recovery (right), on Saturday we had aimed to journey outside the city fortifications and heavy air to Hángzhōu. An hour and a half south on the train from our City on the Water would take us to “weeping willows, pastures of green and hills kissed by haze – a watercolor perfect Chinese painting” as Lonely Planet assured us. But then, we actually watched a Friday night movie starting after midnight, and, as Saturday rolled in, so did dark threatening clouds. So, we downscaled to local weekend plan B consisting of a visit to the gym and a picnic in a local people’s park. The gym was shut – tight as a drum – for the Grave Dusting holiday weekend. Determined not to lose heart, we figured the only way we would make use of our gym clothes, despite the fact it looks very out of place to do so, would be to run in the local park. So, turning a blind eye to all cultural norms, we went for it. Andrew and I darted past each other, running laps in and around the brick paved park, enjoying every moment of it: from us donating sympathetic half smiles of apology as we feared to disturb hard-core yoga veterans to the old man pulling out all stops greeting us in Yingyú: “HaA! Goooaaad DaaaaaYEEE! HaaloA!”. Once home, we showered and got the communal back-pack geared up for our quiet day in nature. Destination: Zhōngshān Park.

Finding the park was a piece of cake, a multitude of kites could be seen from the subway station. Still, upon our arrival, our Shanghai newbie minds couldn’t fully discern whether there was a special carnival taking place there or if the park always looked like a gathering after a fire drill (see pic below). We realized despite several street vendors it was certainly the latter. We laughed once again at our ignorance, bought some fresh bamboo juice in celebration thereof and watched some intriguing street candy animal makers - what the heck. And as it sort of gets tiring to dodge the mobs on your leisurely walk in the park, we waited our turn in line for the next available rock to sit and attempt to read and journal the day away. Needless to say, after a good attempt and given the distraction of “only children” darting about, we gave up our rock and moseyed about throughout the park.




I wouldn’t dare point a finger, at whom could I anyway you might ask, but calculating back, someone in that park must have had, AND given me, a nasty flu bug. By Sunday evening, I was delirious. Totally bed-ridden. By Monday, we had tired neighbors, having been woken throughout the night, and me having lost a few kilos in the process. Missed class. By Tuesday, re-missed class, with I’ll-spare-you-the-details-substances emanating from my eyes, we paid our first visit to Shanghai United Family Hospital. To give you a more accurate picture of who I am, it might be important at this point to note I was thrilled to be taken out of our flat. I love the adventure of the new. Of growing ‘our’ tiny Shanghai little by little. And then there is the thrill that comes with language learning, eg. being able to practice again! I might know eight Chinese characters, if that, but even to take a cab around town, I almost feel I am helping my body to heal as it hears sounds or revels in recognizing something on a sign or on a building.

I think the ride started like this: I ask for the driver to take us to XIAN Xia Lu. - “Haaa??” – “Xian XIA LU!” –“Haaa?”.. – “Xian Xia LU!?!” and then my better half and more annoying half at times like these, when his tones happen to miraculously come out perfectly: “Shheee ANN Shheee Ahhh, LOU!” gets the laurelled response: “Ah. HA! HA!”

Off we were to the clinic, obvious upon arrival it was going to be a special Western (read, expensive) health center. I mean, for that price I really could have prescribed myself the Panadol. My spoiled French Caisse Maladie mindset was killing me. I was dying to remind the doc: “err, excuse-me, I think you forgot the antibiotics for my eyes and oh, since you’re prescribing, just throw in some Suppomaline morphine suppositories so I have enough for the future. Oh, and I have a wart on my hand and an ingrown toe nail, you might want to throw some more meds in since we're here!” But nope. Panadol. That’s literally all I got. Well, at least the journey of learning in the cab began a mending of my mind and body. Repeatedly wiping the sand from my eyes I somehow made my Tuesday work deadlines and by Wednesday, yesterday, I was back to our beloved class, three kilos lighter and several shades, yes, even lighter.

Our class in itself has been a real delight and increasingly rewarding as the days go on. We’re spoiled with a small class of motivated students at the Li Gong University. After a rough first week of us finding our respective roles, our Chinese voices and wondering if we would continue at the school, we received a Friday evening call from the director promising me: “Mei Ya, I promise to give you the best Chinese class in all of Shanghai”. That next Monday, we were given a new teacher, a vibrant, young, talented woman who obviously loves to teach and expects a lot from her students. Just thrilling and a great way to start our days as working from home can at times become mind-numbing. So far, it’s been fascinating to see how different we learn and absorb language & culture. As I had alluded to previously, language and this lifestyle we have chosen for now, have already taught me a great deal about myself and the incredible man I am married to.

Definitely to be advised!