This was suppose to go with my first post. It happened on my first full day in Changchun.
Carter and I were walking around, exploring or trying to find someplace to eat. We had already gotten use to being stared at by everyone, but still weren't use to....y'know, everything else yet. We were (and still are, I guess) practically infants. We couldn't read, we couldn't understand most of what was said to us, we didn't know where we were and hell, we didn't know what we were doing. Just over 24-hours prior to that point, we had been sitting in California, eating at an In-And-Out Burger. Since then, we had literally moved to the other side of the world and cleared our comfort zones by at least 5000 miles.
As we walked down the side-walk, taking it all in, a little Chinese girl - probably 4 or 5 - points up to us with big eyes.
"WEIGUOREN," she proclaims. We looked down at her, startled and unsure what how to respond. Her mother quickly ushered her away.
Weiguoren means 'foreigner.'
And yes, little girl.
Yes.
Good Times In China,
- Andrew
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