Most of the time not speaking Chinese is a challenge and I find myself wishing that I can remember the word for toilet or no. Sometimes it occurs to us that they can't understand us either. This is most amusing while riding in taxis. Matt usually sits in front (I don’t like to see the pedestrians that we almost take out). He has a front row seat to the honking maniac that has our lives in his hands. Matt makes comments about his driving, about his ID picture, or his choice in radio stations. We are not directly giggling at the driver but instead at ability to say whatever we want. We are not rude or mean to the drivers but it is sort of nice being able to speak freely without fear of insulting someone. This makes me think of the reversed situation in the states when you hear someone speaking another language and they are looking at you. When they start laughing you wonder, are they laughing at me? Well my friends, just so you know, they probably are...
Bri
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