Sichuanese

My Christmas eve is coming to a close. In fifteen minutes it will be Christmas, and in fifteen minutes I am going to try to find plane tickets to Kunming. They get cheap at twelve bells, for some reason I'm not sure of. Either way, my day started coldly. Everybody's day started coldly, because it was colder this morning than it was last night. Like most mornings, I had a 饼 for breakfast. A 饼 (pron. 'bing' 2nd tone) is a a floury shell fried in oil (as all things are) with some beef, egg, lettuce, and 辣椒酱 （pron. 'la jiao jiang' 4th 1st 4th tone) hot pepper sauce inside. Since I ate my first bing, I've had one every day. Ｉhopped a bus to the city of Chengdu, and ｕｐｏｎ　ａｒｒｉｖｉｎｇ　I　ｉｍｍｅｄｉａｔｅｌｙ　ｈｏｐｐｅｄ　ｉｎ　ａ　ｔａｘｉ　ｔｏ　＇Ｔｈｅ　Ｂｏｏｋｗｏｒｍ＇．　Ｔｈｅ　ｂｏｏｋｗｏｒｍ　ｉｓ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｑｕａｉｎｔ　ｂｏｏｋ／ｃｏｆｆｅｅ　ｓｈｏｐ　ｗｈｅｒｅ　ｔｈｅｒｅ　are　ｓｈｅｌｖｅｓ　ｕｐｏｎ　ｓｈｅｌｖｅｓ　ｏｆ　ａｌｐｈａｂｅｔｉｚｅｄ　ｕｓｅｄ　Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ　ｂｏｏｋｓ，ａｓ　ｗｅｌｌ　ａｓ　ｎｅｗ　ｂｏｏｋｓ　ｆｏｒ　ｓａｌｅ．　Finding English literature in China is difficult. The Bookworm is Chengdu's Mondragon, Ａ　ｗｏｎｄｅｒｆｕｌ　ｓｔｕｄｙ，　ｗｈｉｃｈ　Ｉdid for a few hours until a friend finished their driving lesson. Ｓｈｅ　ｔｏｌｄ　ｍｅ　ｏｆ　ａ　Ｃｈｒｉｓｔｍａｓ　ｃｏｎｃｅｒｔ　ｔｈａｔ　ｗａｓ　ｇｏｉｎｇ　ｏｎ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ，　ａｎｄ　ｏn our way to the Christmas concert we stopped at McDonalds for some snacking. The concert was put on by a collective of churches, and surprisingly enough, it was exactly like the ones at PV every year. Everyday Ｉ　ｆｉｎｄ　ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓａｌｓ　ｉｎ　Ｃｈｉｎａ；　ａｄｄ　Ｃｈｒｉｓｔｍａｓ　ｃｏｎｃｅｒｔｓ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　ｌｉｓｔ　（ｓａｖｅ　ｆｏｒ　ｔｈｅ　Ｃｈｉｎｅｓｅ　ｏｐｅｒａ　ｓｔｙｌｅ　ｈｙｍｎ）．　Ａｆｔｅｒ　ｔｈａｔ　ａ　ｇｒｏｕｐ　ｏｆ　ｕｓ　ｗｅｎｔ　ｔｏ　ＭｃＤｏｎａｌｄｓ　（ａｇａｉｎ．．），　ａｔｅ　ｓｏｍｅ　ｓｌｉｄｅｒｓ　ａｎｄ　ｃａｍｅ　ｈｏｍｅ．　Ａ　ｔｒｕｌｙ　ｗｏｎｄｅｒｆｕｌ　Ｃｈｒｉｓｔｍａｓ　Ｅｖｅ．

Ｂｙ　ｔｈｅ　ｗａｙ　I don't know why the text in this blog is going psycho, I'm sorry it ruined your Christmas.