Mexico meets China

So, following our crescent obsession for asian men, hm... I mean culture, we ended up moving our pretty asses to Shanghai. At first everything was exciting and new, but it all comes down to this:
There are three things you must know about Chinese people: first, they spit everywhere; second, they like to stare and third, everybody is either buying or selling something.

Anyway, it's been three months already since we left our country and there's a lot of stories to be told like the one involving a hole in the floor of the bathroom and the first time we met God, (yeah God lives here not in America, sorry if I bursted any bubbles). But let us begin with the important stuff first... 1L of beer is half a US dollar here!!!
People take pictures of us with their cell phones in the streets and some of them fix their eyes on you for as long as they can, it freaks you out at first but you eventually get used to it. We first spent three weeks here as tourists, we visited The Bund and took a boat trip at night. This is the most representative place of the city, full of the weirdest buildings all lightened at night. We went to the Jade Buddha Temple and we also visited the Old Street, a place with traditional Chinese architecture full of small souvenir shops with people yelling, that was the place of our first bargain. Amy, our first Chinese friend, who's by the way about to become our roommate, told us the more angry the seller gets the better bargain you're accomplishing. A crazy woman chased us down the street yelling a lower price for a parchment we didn't buy and held firmly to my wrist trying to make me go back to her shop. After these weeks as tourists we moved into the college campus and started school, where a lot of juicy anecdotes took place, but it'll be some other time when “the blessed-butted one” and I come back online, for now I'm done and hungry.

Pwumitas