The buffet spread was unbelievable. So much Chinese cuisine mixed with some American classics, such as doughnuts, rolls, and muffins galore; yogurt; all types of sliced fruit; bran cereals; French toast, pancakes and waffles, to name a few. There were also tons of fruit smoothie and juice flavors (we're talking celery, grapefruit, and watermelon juice here). As far as Chinese options, there were delicious omelets, sticky buns, pork & veggie buns (our previous night's dinner), rice, sushi, eggplant, tofu, and dozens of other delicious options that I sampled but couldn't even tell you the names of. Every person in my class got a minimum of 3 plates each day. I kid you not, that food is what dreams are made of.

We explored inside, first taking photos and then being the subject of them. We'd been told that us white Americans are a rare and exciting thing for the Chinese people, especially at famous sites such as the Forbidden City. Before we knew it, Chinese women (and then men) were grabbing our arms and having their friends and family take their pictures with us as though we were celebrities. It was such a fun thing, to not understand a word they said and to be such a novelty to them. We traveled through the Imperial Garden as well, and as we left it to climb a tall hill providing us with a panoramic view of the city, we came across a morning exercise group of women dancing to a dubstep version of an American song from the '90s. Of course, what else could we do but jump into formation behind them and do the same?

Clearly.
Skipping ahead, we traveled back to the hotel by bus, lounged around 'til dinner, and following dinner, the ten of us enjoyed our first night out while our two professors and Jim, our translator, rested. We took cabs back to Houhai, and peeked our heads in a few different places before settling on a cozy looking bar with an upstairs balcony overlooking a stage. The place was smoky, but we were quick to discover that is true of all bars in Beijing. When we arrived a band was playing on stage, singing American tunes and doing a solid job of it, besides their rendition of Dylan's "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" sounding more like "knockin' on Harrah's door." Still, it was a great night, and a bonding experience for all of us as we celebrated a successful first day abroad.
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