798 Art District+Some Troubles

And so begins week three in Beijing. This past weekend has been eventful and cold. Oh, so very very cold. Which will be relevant later on, just you wait. On Friday my apartment, sans two members, went to a bar for dinner. The bar was like being back in America. There were more foreigners than Chinese citizens at the bar, a concept that prior would have felt normal, but now felt out of place. I was more wary, nay I say mad, at the large amount of foreigners. Is that the sign that I am now a true Beijing person? I had a good lamb burger, fairly priced so I walked away happy.
Saturday my program took us to 798, an art district. It was fun and we took a lot of pictures, but there was a LARGE problem with the day. It was cold, colder than usual actually, and the district was ALL outside. So, I struggled and constantly fled indoors towards the semi-heat. I'll include some pictures we took at 798. I also got a chance to eat with three Chinese natives and my two teachers, which meant I got to try a lot of good food I normally wouldn't have bought for myself. We had Hunan food, which is the food from the hometown of Yang laoshi (my teacher who lives with me) and two of the Chinese people who ate with us. The food is spicy, but not too spicy. Although, I got in trouble with calling it not spicy. When I ate the leftovers the next day, let's just say in the middle of the meal I had to run and get some yogurt.

Saturday night, after some resting, our apartments, plus Yang laoshi, failed to go to a jazz bar. The night we had chosen was an expensive night for the jazz bar so we fled the scene and instead went to KTV. We sang mostly Chinese songs (expected) and Korean songs (don't ask).
Sunday, we cooked not-Chinese food (I wouldn't go so far as to call it American food) and had a joint apartment dinner. It was a lot of fun and we got to relax and laugh and have a good time.

All sounds good about the weekend, doesn't it? And it was, don't get me wrong. Until I woke up Monday morning. I'm guessing it was a combination of being out in the cold for too long and my roommate still not being fully recovered from the flu, but no matter the cause, I woke up sick. I'm currently eating my fair share of oranges, taking medicine every moment I am able to, and hoping to sleep like it's my job. Let's see how my school work fairs.
Until a hopefully not-sick next time!