Just got word today that we have secured a 2 bedroom apartment with a balcony and lovely view of the valley. The downside: for the first 3 months, we will be sharing said apartment with 2 of my kung fu classmates. Oh well. One of them is a guy named Mac from Scotland. That's about as stereotypical as an Asian learning kung fu.
Jokes aside, the couple assisting us gives me hope that this trip will at least have some generous, hospitable people to befriend and learn from. It makes it a little less scary knowing that there are already people on our side, even though we've never met and the only communication between us has been through a computer screen.
This couple that is helping us, as a matter of fact, is my kung fu instructor and his wife. What I call my instructor can be compared to the Japanese word 'sensei.' But since kung fu is not a Japanese art but a Chinese one, I call him 'sifu.' His wife, 'simu.' Go watch Kung Fu Panda to find out how to pronounce it, but there you have it. Now in the future if I mention my sifu, you'll know what I'm talking about.
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Where are you now? DId you make it to the North country? How is Subway?
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