I was going to be super cool like daphne and blog in Chinese, but that consumes too much energy so will stick to english for now. I am sitting on the steps outside of my homestay house right now as I write, it is the only place around the house that gives me consistent (fairly) wi-fi from annoymous benefactor "corega". The only downside is that here is no outlet, although I could extend my wire out from the window of my room (not as ridiculous as it sounds as I am located on the first floor and the window is about two feet away from me right now). I don't know how long I can keep this up though, my glowing screen is already attracting a fair number of bugs.
Things are going fairly well at homestay although my host mother is feeding me an odd assortment of food. Breakfast has included cheesy bread for the past two days. This is like garlic cheesy bread, toasty and crunchy, minus the garlic. That with jello and salad constituted my breakfast today. One memorable day last week she served me curry rice. It is all tasty in its place (except for the national love of mayonnaise which I cannot understand) just not for breakfast. My rule thus far has to been finish whatever she places before me though as she is quite nice and I wouldn't know how to reject it without being rude. (She has also been doing my laundry...and the explanation she gave, as far as I can understand, was basically that the drying racks are upstairs. I haven't been upstairs yet, so this sort of explanation gives rise to all sorts of images mostly involving illegal activities. for some reason I think of speak-easys even though alcohol is so easily accessible that that this particular concept is fairly far-fetched).
