One of the first days we were here in Guiyang, I noticed some people riding by on a motorbike. Three Chinese people were crammed on there. Dumbfounded, I jokingly made the comment, “Haha, how many Chinese people can you fit on a motorbike?” Daisy overheard me, which I wasn’t expecting, and responded, quite seriously, “Oh five.” I looked at her shocked and amused and she continued, “Yes. You put one in front of the driver, and three behind. Maybe you can fit six, if you have a baby in a backpack.”
We were eating a fancy meal for the Teacher’s Day celebration. There was a new food that looked like a rice krispy treat except the “krispies” were these long thin round things shaped sort of like worms but they were light tan. I asked Daisy what is was and she responded, “It’s a sort of snake from Taiwan.” “This is a snake?” I asked, grossed out, and rethinking the bite I just took. “Yes, yes, a snake.” I started looking for the head, because Chinese people tend not to cut the heads off of their animals, when Kammi clarified, “Wait… there’s a snake inside this?” Daisy thought for a second and then said, “Ohhh, snack. Snack. I’m sorry. I meant snack.”
When we’re in a taxi on the way somewhere, we like to keep an eye out for the kids on the busses. When we’re stopped at a red light or something, a kid will look out the window and see us sitting in the taxi. Then they turn to a parent or friend and say something in Chinese, and soon both are looking out the window straight at us, staring. We can pretty much assume what they’re saying in Chinese is, “Look mom, an American!” We were just walking down the street just the other day when a little boy did that. I could see it in his face, as soon as he turned around and saw us. He grabbed his dads hand, pulled him close, and said something to him. Sure enough, just a second later the dad turned around and looked at us, smiled, and then continued walking.
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