Oh America! Land of fattening foods and convenient drivethroughs. Land of lots of land and, well, not that many people. Driving around in a private little car some 50 miles just for random errands. Can’t see my neighbor’s house because my family owns enough land to fit several xiao qu‘s, a night market, five different noodle shops, and a public park. Well, I guess that’s just part of country life. I’ve found that my family eats very little fruits and vegatables. And we eat tons of sugary substances. But I have enjoyed interacting with the locals here. I think I have a new appreciation for the local man. I always took interest in people in China, complete strangers who came from such interesting and different backgrounds and cultures than I. But I am finding fascinating to come back and realize that America has a myriad of interesting people as well. Like, I walk into my local bank, and the teller is having a full length converstaion with the drive through lady, telling her whole life story. And I’m an insider, that is, as long as I can pull off the accent. And the accents sometimes about make me laugh. I mean, I can pull it off, cause I grew up hearing it (speaking it?), but being gone for a year and then coming back, the southern accent is hitting me so strong I sometimes think people are messing around for fun, but then I realize they aint! Them just talk that way! I love the good ol’ South, but of course will be happy to return to Minnesota. Wonder if I’ll have a southern accent by then?