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... time and finally three blows end the playing. I wait in the VIP room until Chinese, the most boring class, in which we learn a new song and watch a documentary. It is great; the show is long enough that we don't have time to finish and have to watch the rest tomorrow. I love when teachers give us videos to watch instead of lectures. Chinese class is followed by a interesting lunch, which I decided to skip. The rest of the day ...
... worse right now than Beijing.
We are looking forward to our visit to the Terracotta Warriors tomorrow, and an elementary school!
Our guide mentioned that the normal restaurant by the TW is closed for renovation and so we are having Subway Sandwiches. I was this bearer of happy news to the rest of the group as they re-boarded the bus. As much as we have liked the local foods, we all agreed our palates are in for a little bit of familiar. ...
... and met the lady who had cooked for us. One lady cooking for 15 people, what an absolute hero! We took our seats at the table and saw sticky notes all over the wall which on closer inspection were thank you notes from the other groups who had ate there praising the food as well as pictures of them all. The bar was set high. The food did not disappoint. There was so much and to be cooked by a single lady was such a good effort! Once again a usual selection of lots of meat, rice ...
... her name). Then we pulled out the Journey card with the classic “Don’t Stop Believing”. Smiles and Laughs all around and we belted out notes, twirled around and jumped up and down with our teachers and friends. At the end of class we sang “Lean On Me” (The American equivalent of Peng You).
We took pictures with our teacher and we left.
We had our last Chinese class with Snow, ...
... sound very nice, but the classical singing by Chinese women is just slightly to shrill and syncopated for my taste. Nonetheless, as we followed our ears, the trees and brush opened up to reveal a sukkah (or cabana-esc structure for my friends lacking a Judaic childhood hah) threaded with creeping purple plants. Housed by the Sukkah were patches of elder Chinese folk playing the Erhu and singing. For the most part it was the men playing the Erhu and the women singing. What ...
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