The long dark tea-time of the soul
SHANGHAI -- At times these past two months, it's been rough going as I've struggled to master Mandarin Chinese. "Master" Chinese? Perhaps "become acquainted with" is a better description of the progress I've made. I can finally get around by myself without referring to my trusty Lonely Planet guide to Shanghai, but having a conversation is still a hit-and-miss affair. Even ordering coffee has only recently joined my conversational skills; I had been drinking only cappuccinos because I couldn't quite figure out how to order an American-style brew.

