First Impressions

I have to say, the first thing I thought when I stepped off the plane in Singapore was, "My GOD, this place is clean." Which was a very accurate first impression. As we whizzed down the highway towards the University guest house (but definitely not over the speed limit), I felt my amazement grow as I saw well manicured medians full of flowers and beautiful, clean streets and sidewalks. It could not be more different than the grimy, dirty, polluted, Bangkok. My dad remarked, "It feels like we're in Southern California." And it does; I do not even feel like I am in Asia anymore. Except for all the, well, Asians.