9th letter from China
The wanderer has found more adventures to tell you about. Actually three. I was invited to go and see the local Shidao Budda statue with a student from my oldest children's class. She is probably 14 or 15 years old. She coordinated the event by asking other classmates to come along, with a primary school teacher from the public school. There were 9 of us in a small van. The primary husband drove us to the mountain where the Budda was located. The mountains created a horseshoe around the Budda. Korea, Japan and China went together to build and pay for the site. It can be seen from the sea and many visitors come from many countries to see it. The day we went was cold, and few people were there that early in the morning. We left the city at 7:30 in the morning. As we walked up the 100's of steps to the various attractions i gave english lessons as to the english name of what we were doing. Staircase, monk, statue, altar, etc. There was also a museum of anchient chinese artifacts. It was very interesting to see the crude tools that were used many years ago. A lot like our anchient tools, but their's are 1,000's of years old and not just 200 years ago. Because I'm in a seaport, I also saw the world's largest pearl, in it's shell. The pearl was not quite as big as a soccer ball. It was impressive. So was the shell it was made in. We also walked into a building of carved stone folding screens. The room was full of beautiful chines scenes of ancient pictures of people, trees, flowers and scenery. They used every stone found by them at the time they were created. The stone was cut thin and then sculpted into 2 dimensional objects, and polished to a high luster. I loved what I saw and wanted to take a picture of them. But no pictures were allowed. I tried to get a book of the folding screens, but they did not make a book of them. I cannot give it justice to what I saw. All I could say was, "oh, my!" Dave will be seeing this for sure. We also went into another building of natural stones found in the area. There is one stone that is the size of a football that has a naturally formed "bird like shilloutte" in it of a different colored stone. In one part of the building you could buy cut pieces of stone with a high polished surface. Don't tell Dave, put that might be were he will be seperated from some of his money. Oh! I think our suitcases will be heavy! I also like the various carved forms of jade that are for sale. Decisions...decisions! At 11:30 a.m. the Budda statue is the main attraction. It is probably three stories tall and made of bronze. The top is the Budda, in the traditional crossed leg position with a crown behind his head. Below the Budda, are 3 bronze doors that open and 3 "children like" statues come out and are part of the show. Below the doors are numerious dragoons and bronze dancing adults. The top of the statue (the Budda) does one revolution while the dragoons spit red-orange fire from it's mouth, at various times. There is a mist of water spray around the dancing adults and the man-made pond around the whole thing, has dancing water sprays working in time with the music. It was impressive to watch and listen to the music. I had the local camera-picture taking guy, take a picture of the group of us, after the show. I have a nice rememberance of the day and the students that came along. There was only one student that could not make it, that day. We left the mountain at noon and headed back to Shidao for lunch. Many of the students had afternoon classes so we eat fast. I had the pleasure of having two students remain after lunch and we talked for 2 hours. They are getting down their english with our conversations.
I have always been an attraction to the local people because I don't look like them, in height, skin color, hair color, eyes and nose. One night I was ask to join a mother and her daughter at the public square to dance. I had seen the dancing from the school windows, and wanted to learn what they were doing. They do a type of line dancing that American's do to country western music. They also do traditional couples dancing, off to one side of the square. The mother likes to do the traditional couples dancing and was asked to dance with a local man. As they were dancing, and I was watching what they were doing, a man came up to me, to ask me to dance. He could not speak english and I could not speak chinese, but I gave it a try. I didn't even know which foot to start with. We had a "toe touching" experience at the beginning, but I got better, as the dance went on. I could follow his lead, ok, but when he started having me go under his arm and all that other stuff, I lost my counting, and it did not look pretty. We started up again and he tried to teach me. After the dance was over, he told the chinese-english student of mine, that I should practice what I learned. It wasn't one song later, that another man and then another man, and then another man ask me to dance to the next four songs. It was when I was danced the fourth song, that I got tired. The dance I learned goes kinda fast. My legs were aching and I definitely was breathing hard. The music is turned off at 8:30 and everyone returns to their homes after that. The mother and student walked me home and then they went home. I slept well that night. I could feel the small aches in my body for the next two days. Good for me, I needed to find those muscles! The men also told the student it is harder to dance with a woman that is tall. I am about the same height as the men in China. I have returned to the square to dance another night.
I have been excited to see Dave and only have to wait for the weekend. One of my adult students went with me to get my hair cut and colored. I wanted to look nice and needed to hide the gray that was framing my face. I am glad I asked a student to go along to the beauty shop. She helped me as much as she could. I was given many color palates to select what color I wanted my hair. All the colors were what Chinese women select. They had two brands of color from America and one from Canada. I selected the one from Canada. Now came the hard part. I needed to communicate to the hairdresser what color I wanted. I couldn't get him to understand I didn't want it to get too dark. He pointed to two colors and I selected one. It was an ash base color. (that remark was for my hairdresser). We went upstairs to a private room and the color was applied to my hair. I sat for a long time as the white paste on my hair turned darker and darker. I know you can't judge the color by the paste, but I was getting concerned. Soon it was my turn to get the color washed from my hair and I saw my wet hair in the mirror. My hair always looks dark, when wet, but this looked black. As it dried, it got lighter, but not that much lighter. I look like a chinese woman with american skin and features. I wash my hair twice in the shower, to bring more color out of it. I still see gray-black tinted suds, as I rinse. I got a conservative cut from the stylist, and then told him to give me a choppy look. He did a wonderful job of cutting my hair. I watched him work on other people's hair before he worked on mine, and knew I lucked out, with him. He worked with exacting shears and just whipped around my head and fanned my hair as he cut. It was like watching an artist. Actually he was! I am very happy with the cut and have imersed myself into China, even more. I look like a Chinese, when you see my hair color.
Oh, I have moved! I am now in the school owners condo. He is not here, so I have the place to myself. Wow-wee! Marble floors, green-black marble on the wall in the living room, black leather furniture and a state of the art entertainment center to enjoy the flat screen tv and surround sound. You can always tell a man's apartment from a female's apartment based on the electronic gadgetry. Women usually have smaller, less expensive electronics and spend more on their clothes and furnishings. You should see the kitchen too. Everything looks very modern and sheek! I got to enjoy an english speaking movie. That was a great treat. All the channels I had at the other apartment, were in Chinese, except for an english speaking news channel. I have looked for a music channel, but have not found any. One night, I found Yanni in concert, and enjoyed his music. I like to have music playing when I'm in the house. I have the second bedroom that faces the back of the condo. His is on the front of the building. I don't care in the least. I have a nice place to enjoy, while in China. Again, naturally, everything is in chinese and I am having to learn how to operate stuff with the try and see approach. I blew a circuit breaker when trying to wash clothes, heat the apartment and cook supper for myself. It took me awhile to realize that things were not working and then even longer to figure out what might have happened. Then I had to figure out where the circuit breaker box was. I thought there was a money vault in the living room wall, and later figured out it was the circuit breaker box. I don't like to snoop around. I opened the keyed door and saw, sure enough, the switch was tripped. I turned it back on, and I was in business, again. I did not sleep well that night. I had many things on my mind, as to what I was going to do first, in the morning. I finally fell to sleep around 1 in the morning. It is a good chance this will be my last letter, for awhile. I will be with Dave in Shanghai for 5 days and then back in Shidao. We will be touring the things I have planned for him, and then he returns to America on March 7th. Talk to you, then.
Sincerely, Holly