My friend Ingrid

Ingrid, your typical blond Western girl. (Her mother is an American expatriate. Her father is a teacher--he's half Dutch and half British.)
It's funny because whenever we go out, the locals will talk to me in Cantonese, because they assume Ingrid is a tourist. But then she opens her mouth, and her Cantonese accent is better than me! (^_^) lol
Mama's Cantonese accent is not good either, although we've lived here for so many years. I think her colleagues speak to her in Cantonese, then she answers mainly in Mandarin.
I'm glad we live in Guangzhou instead of Beijing or Shanghai though, because I think the food here is the best! I don't like Northern cuisine except for Peking duck and their steamed spiral chocolate bun with condensed milk.
Also, the climate here is nowhere as harsh as Beijing. I love England, but I never did like the cold (>_<) If the manor doesn't have such a sophisticated heating charm, I would probably refuse to get out from under my blanket every morning.
P.S. Brother, Al, Ingrid sent her love. "You've seen my picture, so please send me yours ASAP!" <-- is what she told me to tell you.
