Stop ta-ta-talking that... [Day 8]

I've been in China for over a week now, and I FINALLY had some tea. Well kind of. At dinner, I ordered "Rose Milk Tea." It was surprisingly good, and warm! I won't try to describe it, but let your imagination figure out how it tasted. Tea is VERY popular and important to Chinese culture. Here I go again with my Chinese proverbs:

"Better to be deprived of food for three days than of tea for one."

Dinner at Food Cube was great. An American co-worker recommended it, and he did a great job. I wanted almost everything on the menu, which had English translations! I ordering some spicy noodles with beef and slurped the bowl empty. I'm sure I'll be spending many evenings at the Cube.

We arrived too late to get back-row spots at yoga, so instead, we did "Hill Cycling." 45 minutes of LOUD English music and intense spinning. I haven't worked out that hard since track & field in high school. It didn't help that there was Chinese food being cooked below wafting through the window behind me.

I've been having the strangest and most vivid dreams. A colleague of mine said it could have something to do with being unfamiliar with my new surroundings. Makes sense to me. And who doesn't like dreaming?