Yesterday afternoon we found ourselves in a village on the edge of Yibin. We were looking for evidence of a school where Esther had worked in 1939. It had originally been established in Yibin, but because of bombing by the Japanese, it had moved out to this village for a year.
We found it (again, thanks to the help of the village Party Secretary), and stopped in to visit just as the school day ended.
My usefulness as a translator had dropped to ZERO out there since the local dialect was completely unintelligible to my northern-trained ears, so while Noel and Mr. B walked around with the village Party Secretary and school headmaster, I took pictures of the kids.
Several of them whipped out their cell phones and started taking pictures of me.
Welcome to the new China!
Why are the kids always so cute in comparison?
I wonder who she showed her picture to?! I do miss my old stomping grounds. How much bamboo have you eaten?
Haven’t eaten enough bamboo. But lots of shui zhu rou. And bacon. I never knew that Sichuan was the land of bacon.
I love this photo!