Disclaimer: The content in normal font is the original text from the journal I wrote on this trip when I was eleven, and my comments from current 22-year-old me has about younger me’s writing are italicized.
We had breakfast at the hotel buffet again. I had a cup of tea and noodles. We went outside to go to an aquarium but I got a really bad cramp in my ribs to the point where I couldn’t breathe very well. I stayed home and waited. Aunt tracy came back with three packs of chopsticks for gift. We went to the aiport and had lunch there. I had a bowl of beef and noodles. It was a little spicy. We got on to the plane and I had ginger ale for the first round of drinks. For the first meal I had a disgusting chicken dish with ginger ale. For the second time, I didn’t eat the plane food. I ate a cup of noodles that I got in china. I don’t know what flavor it was because it was in Chinese. When we got to the airport, we called gary and my mom to ask them where we should meet them when we get back to LA from Canada. And thaaaaaaaaaaat’s all folks!