Monday, December 23, 2013

The View from Lantau and Nostalgia for Home ... Kind Of


I love travelling to other countries – the more exotic, the better. Although there also come times when I miss home and can’t wait to get back.
My colleague Rebecca Llewellyn and I just spent the last 10 days in Beijing, Shanghai and Hong Kong. I’ve been to these cities many times over the last 15 years, feel very comfortable here, and developed many friendships and close relationships. Despite that, on each trip I still find myself learning new things and appreciating different aspects of Chinese history, culture and its remarkable evolution. (More on this to come.)
On this trip, in addition to discussions about Appleby, current student experiences and alumni recollections, there were three notable subjects of conversation: 1) the idea of how to best prepare students for the future, especially with respect to character; 2) the situation in North Korea including the execution of Kim Jong-un’s uncle; and 3) the death of Nelson Mandela, whose funeral and mourning period were all over the airwaves here in Hong Kong. My next few posts will include a bit on these subjects and my reflections on the similarities and differences between Western and Chinese attitudes on these subjects.
As we sit here in the spectacular Hong Kong airport, Rebecca and I are full great expectations for getting home, seeing family, and starting the countdown to Christmas. This time of year tends to amplify the drive to get home. I was particularly happy to hear word of the recent blizzard, but sorry to miss it.
I often wonder what people here think of Canada, knowing what little play we get in this part of the world. And perhaps unsurprisingly as I write this, I am watching a remarkable pair of stories: Dennis Rodman regarding his potential return to Pyongyang, and some jaw-dropping Rob Ford dance clips with accompanying narration by a Montrealer next to us extolling our good fortune to have Mayor Ford on the job. They say that you never fully understand your country until you see it from the outside. In the words of my daughter … OMG! There is a definite limit to nostalgia for home.

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