So, if you're having trouble making friends at home- just move to China! It's doesn't matter how weird or strange you are, you can still make friends. Also, if you're a guy, you're are guaranteed at least five Chinese girls fighting over one another for you. You know, if you're into the stuff.
But in all seriousness I often feel way more connected to all things American as soon as I leave the country. I even feel this way about Americans themselves. It feels so nice to get together with a bunch of people from your country who speak your language. It's also nice to get together with anyone who's foreign because you have something in common- you're in a foreign country!
So one night a bunch of us foreigners got together at a nice restaurant. Originally there were going to be about 16 of us so one of our friends who'd lived in the city for a while got a room put aside for us with a table that had enough space for everyone. To explain, in China many restaurants have rooms where people can eat. These rooms are often for parties, large groups, or simply for groups with important people in them. Most restaurants have a normal dinning area with rooms connected to it. When we found out way more people were going to show up we asked the waitresses for a bigger table. They told us we couldn't get a bigger table because the only room that had a table big enough for us had a minimum. So some of these rooms are very fancy and your party has to spend a minimum amount to be able to stay in that room. The minimum for this room was 2,000 RMB (over $300), which isn't bad considering the room sat about 20 people so that would only mean 100RMB each which is about $20- a pretty low price to pay for a fancy dinner out. But this is China, where you can get dinner for about $1 American.
The dinner was amazing. The restaurant was known for 北京烤鸭 which is Beijing/ Peking Duck (Beijing and Peiking are the same thing but written in different styles of writing Chinese with an alphabet). So we got three ducks, a man even came into our room to carve the duck for us, right in front of us; it was really neat. There was tons of other food too. There were even six types of animal meat on the table (duck, squid, octopus, some type of fish, lamb, beef, and pork). Though I was a vegetarian before going to China I think consuming four different animals that night really cemented my flop onto the omnivore side of consumption. In true Chinese style there were as many dishes as people all on a giant lazy-susan. This table was so big the lazy-susan actually had a motor, it was really hard to turn it yourself. The table was also so large that it took 3 mins 27 seconds for the lazy-suzan to make a complete pass around the table. Yes, we timed it. The room was huge and very ornately decorated. I felt like I was in a small parlor at Versailles, not in a small restaurant in a small city in China. The room had coaches and big comfy chairs for people to lounge in along with two giant floor heaters (an expensive luxury in China where all their heating comes form the same company and is standardized from place to place). The room also had a dvd player and projector screen resting above a fireplace. The chairs at the table were big with tall backs and velvet cushions. The restaurant even had real cloth napkins! Something I've missed very much in China.
During the dinner we began talk about Thanksgiving plans. It was decided people were to celebrate Thanksgiving in one of our British friend's bar during the afternoon of Thanksgiving, because people had to work during dinner. Lots of plans were made. Who would bring what, what we would eat, how many people there would be, how we'd get turkey (which is really expensive here!) and so on. The four people from the UK in the room were all sitting next to one another. In the middle of us all gushing about Thanksgiving I hear form one of them, "So, what is Thanksgiving any way?" Which was answered by another Brit saying, "It's got something to do with when the Indians took over America."
So there you go, you don't even have to understand the holiday to celebrate it. Any excuse to get a bunch of foreigners together is a nice thing to do. Some of my Chinese friends even said they wanted to come!
Fun fact, the literal translation of the Chinese word for Turkey is "fire chicken." I was told this by my students today. After asking they made it clear that it was due to the color of the meat, not the color of the bird.
Sadly I will be missing this celebration because I'll be in Guangzhou. I'll be sure to write a blog about the strange, southern, Cantonese speaking part of China.
So there you go, you don't even have to understand the holiday to celebrate it. Any excuse to get a bunch of foreigners together is a nice thing to do. Some of my Chinese friends even said they wanted to come!
Fun fact, the literal translation of the Chinese word for Turkey is "fire chicken." I was told this by my students today. After asking they made it clear that it was due to the color of the meat, not the color of the bird.
Sadly I will be missing this celebration because I'll be in Guangzhou. I'll be sure to write a blog about the strange, southern, Cantonese speaking part of China.
Want to learn more about Qinhuangdao? Checkout this website my friends made. (There are even some pictures of me on there!) http://qhdconnect.spruz.com/