Lunch

 

 

       Our next destination was a restaurant for lunch.  The memory of the mother and her child haunted me and I could only nibble on food while listening to those around me chatter. 

       When we entered the restaurant, I noticed how it was such a fine, beautiful restaurant.  After we walked in, our delegation walked upstairs and were separated into four rooms.  In the room I was in, the room was a near perfect square with a table in the center and a window taking up most of the adjacent wall.  There were two elegant, cushioned chairs beside the window.  The floors were carpeted.  It was truly gorgeous.

       I had never been in a five-star (er, four-star?) restaurant before in my life.  The closest I had to anything like this were the graduatioin banquets from fifth and eighth grade.  It was different, being in such a fancy restaurant. 

       The table was situated in the middle of the room and featured a lazy-susan.  A lazy-susan is a turning-table that food will be placed on a circular table.  It makes it easier to access food because you can spin it to the dish you want.

       I had not been looking forward to using the lazy-susan prior to  traveling to China because, traditionally, one would use their chopsticks to pick up food from the plates on the lazy-susan.  I was still a semi-germophobe and sharing dishes with other people's used chopsticks was not appealing to me.  This fear was broken whenever the waiters placed dispensing utensils alongside the dishes. 

        When the dishes came out, I was glad to see some vegetarian options.  There was actually another vegetarian within our delegation, I was happy to learn at lunch.  We also had three options for beverages: Sprite, Coca-Cola, or bottled water.  (Because of the pollution in China, tap water is not safe to drink.  When we traveled places, we always carried bottled water with us instead of refillable water bottles).  The options of Sprite, Coca-Cola, and bottled water became our only beverage choices during lunch and dinner for the next eighteen days.

      

Rice, tofu, cooked cabbage, and asparagus





 

 

       Lunch quickly became fun when everyone picked up their chopsticks.  Some could use them with ease, others could not and struggled to pick up anything at all.  It was quite comical.  Some people eventually caved in and asked for a fork.

 

       I had taught myself how to eat with chopsticks when I first entered high school.  I had put them in my right hand and would force myself to pick up food to train myself how to use them.  Often times I would pop a bag of popcorn and eat it with chopsticks.  If the popcorn grew cold before I could finish it, so be it.  I was stubborn in my way to learn how to eat with chopsticks.

       When I was in Chinese class at school, we had a competition with chopsticks.  We had to use chopsticks to pass a ping-pong ball through a line of people then run around the classroom to the finish line without dropping the ping-pong ball.  It was extremely difficult but also tons of fun.  Each team dropped the ping-pong ball several times and the sound of it bouncing against the hard floor resonated within screams and yells within the groups.  It was extremely fun.

        But before we began the game, Zhang 老师 (laoshi, or teacher Zhang) went around to see how everyone held their chopsticks.  To my utter devastation, Zhang 老师 told me that I was holding my chopsticks wrong.  I was shown how to hold them correctly, and I had to reteach myself how to hold chopsticks.  This was a few months before my departure to China.  I was scared that I would never relearn quickly enough to use chopsticks in China. I began to use chopsticks for every meal.  I would be disheartened easily when my meal became cold, and I would revert back to using chopsticks incorrectly to finish my meal.  But eventually I gained the knack of it and I was able, over several moths, to eat with chopsticks properly and efficiently.  To this day I still enjoy eating popcorn with chopsticks.

       After Zhang 老师 had seen how everyone held their chopsticks, she told us something unique.  Where you hold your chopsticks indicates how far away your soul-mate lives.  If you hold them close to the base, your soul-mate will live in the same state, if it's farther up, your soul-mate could live in the same country.  If your hand is toward the middle, your soul-mate will live in a different country.  If your hand is at the top of the chopsticks, your soul-mate would live across the world. 

       When I held the chopsticks the incorrect way, my hand rested at the very top of the chopsticks.  (An indication that my soul-mate lives in China, perhaps? ;) However, when I held the chopsticks correctly, my hand rested just above midway.  Who knows what that means? Maybe I have two soul-mates? Haha.



 

 

 

     After lunch, we were leaving and one of the waiters came in to clean off the table.  As I was about to leave the room, I said 再见(zaijian, or goodbye) to the waiter.  He nodded his head and also said 再见.  I smiled and left the room.

       Before him, every time I said anything in Chinese to someone Chinese, they would reply in English.  It was disheartening and I began to wonder if my Chinese was not good enough.  But when the waiter also said goodbye, I knew that at least he could understand me.  I began to gain more confidence within myself.

Images to Never Forget

       After exiting the Forbidden City, Phoebe instructed us that we would walk to our bus where it was parked a few blocks away.  She forewarned us that along  our way, we would encounter more vendors as well as beggars.  Phoebe advised us to avoid eye-contact and to not give away money. From previous experiences in the morning, we learned that vendors would sell cheap products for a cheap price.  However, we had not yet seen beggars.  The thought frightened me; I have a soft heart and I cry easily.  I wasn't sure how I would react.  Phoebe instructed us to not look at the beggars.

       Earlier that day, I had learned how to stay away from a vendor's path.  When they wave their products at you, the best thing was to look down at your shoes, shake your head once, and dismiss them lightly with your hand, whispering or mouthing 不要.  They would then move on to another person.  不要, bu yao, translates to "don't want."  It may seem rude to say that, but it's really not.  Most Chinese sentences are short phrases that contain only essential words.

       While we were walking to the bus, we passed a strip of sidewalk that literally held a line of beggars.  I kept my eyes trained on the back of the head of the student in front of me, but I could still hear the beggars begging for money.  There were musicians and singers and people crying and wailing.  I tried to ignore them.

       However, as we veered a corner there was a mother crying, begging for help.  She held her son, a toddler boy who had either passed out or was asleep.  She held her son with both arms, her face desperate for any kind of help.  His head lolled over her right arm, his face was discolored.  He had to be deathly ill.  I quickly looked away, biting down hard on my lip, tears brimming in my eyes. 
       I truly was not prepared for this.  But then again, this is not about me. 
       Yet it touched a cord within me.  Here I was, fortunate enough to be studying abroad in China, while there were people standing and sitting around me who may or may not be able to eat tonight, tomorrow or possibly ever again..... 
       It makes you think about what you have--no matter what you have or lack.  And it's a reason to be thankful.  There is so much in life we take for granted: food, shelter, water, friends, education, you name it.
        The image of the mother with her child is something that has haunted my mind daily since that day.  It's not something you can forget about easily.  And it is not something I want to forget about.  Sometimes you need to be humbled. 

The Gardens of the Forbidden City

       Our final destination within the Forbidden City was the garden.  We walked through the garden so quickly that I was left unable to truly absorb all the facts about the garden; however, I was able to enjoy the beauty of it.  The gardens were solely for the pleasure of the emperor and empress to enjoy.  The garden also follows the laws of feng shui. 

        Feng shui (风水) is the ancient Chinese belief that positive and negative energy flow according to qi (氣).  Qi (pronounced chee)  is the universal energy flow.  In order for there to be positive energy, items are supposed to be organized in a certain way.  This usually means that buildings will be put on high areas, such as hills and the four season should be recognized.  Feng shui is a highly regarded ancient practice that would be facilitated at homes, burial places, in official buildings--practically everywhere.  There are many rules to feng shui, but these are some basic outlines. 

       There were four pavilions inside the gardens: each one representing a different season.  We only visited one of the pavilions. Other elements included ancient stones, beautiful plants, and old trees with interesting shapes. 

        The tour ended too quickly for my taste and we were soon walking out.  It seemed as if we had only been in the Forbidden City for thirty minutes.  I am looking forward to go back sometime and take a leisurely self-tour to explore as I wish. 

Can you find the hidden man below?

 

 

Inside the Forbidden City

       I have read about the Forbidden City since the summer of 2009. I had studied and read and learnt and imagined myself in the Forbidden City for years. And then there I was: inside the Forbidden City. To describe it? It was like seeing words from a page come to life and engulf thousands of people in a vast culture that could not be contained in mere words. It was like experiencing a recurring dream for years and then one day witnessing the dream coming to life.
       The first thing I noticed while in the Forbidden City was that the place was as colorful as I had read it to be.  Red walls were everywhere, adorned with gold and beautiful crafted designs with hues of blues, greens, purples, yellows, and more.  Now the City is old, and while the designs were once vibrant hues, they are now a dulled-down version of their former glory; however, one can clearly tell that they are still beautiful pieces of art.

Fu Dogs  (pronounced foo as in the band Foo-Fighters) are found all across China, but the two most famous are in the Forbidden City.  Fu dogs are lion statues that can be found at important buildings, residences, and even at temples.  There are two types of fu dogs: male and female.  Male fu dogs will have a paw that rests upon a pearl.  The pearl represents the universe and how males have power and knowledge over the universe.  Meanwhile, female fu dogs will hold their paw over a lion cub, representing the maternal and nurturing side.

This is a male fu dog; under his paw resides a pearl.

This is a female fu dog; under her paw resides a lion cub.

 

       Inside the City were huge basins in which rain water would be collected.  Whenever the City would catch on fire, the servants would use the water collected in the basins to put out the fire.  I saw two children playing by the water basins and had to take a photo.  It was a wonderful scene of innocence.  You can still see the vibrant colors of the architecture:

 

 

 

 

 

       Once we were farther in the Forbidden City, our delegation was allowed to split up into small groups of four to explore for a few minutes. The small group I was part of went to the emperor's bedroom.  It was difficult to take good photos of the emperor's bedroom because 1. the room was blocked off 2. many people would swarm by the entrance; one had to push their way through to the entrance in order to take a good photo.   The color yellow was originally reserved only for the emperor's usage.  Remember that this bedroom dates back to when the Forbidden City was in function as a living palace (1368-1912) so the living commodities weren't exactly up-to-date.

 

 

       

 

       After exploring as small groups, we regrouped in order to visit the gardens of the Forbidden City.  On our way to the gardens, we passed a brick wall that was composed of bricks with a gold coating.  It was a beautiful wall; however, we were pressed for time and could not stop to take many photos. I was fortunate to catch it in passing:

 

 



 

A not-so-forbidden Forbidden City

     The Forbidden City was named such because during the Ming and Qing dynasties (1368-1912), the city was forbidden to commoners. If a commoner were to enter into the city, the punishment was death. The Forbidden City was made open to the public in the year of 1925.
     So what was in the Forbidden City? During the time of its use (1406-1924), the City held the emperors and empresses of China. At any point in time, the City could hold five thousand people: one thousand royal family members, two thousand concubines (female servants), and two thousand eunuchs (male servants).
      An interesting fact about the Forbidden City: it once held 999 1/2 buildings.  According to the Chinese culture, one thousand is the number of Heaven, and the emperor was regarded as the Son of Heaven so he was to have the next/closest-thing to what Heaven had.  999 1/2 was as close to one thousand as one could be.  The half of a building was a small building the eunuchs used.  Due to wars and demolitions, there are no longer 999 1/2 buildings in the Forbidden City.
       (If you want to learn more about the Forbidden City, or want to see it in action, I highly recommend that you watch "The Last Emperor").
      While we walked toward the Forbidden City, there were multiple vendors trying to sell us things.  Vendors were far from shy; they would come right up to you and wave their products in your face, while saying prices in a very loud voice.  We often heard, "One dollar, one dollar, one dollar" throughout the morning. They had everything from postcards to fans to noisy toys, and many other items.  The woman in the bright hat below was a vendor:

     As our delegation entered into the first few city gates, Phoebe (our delegation manager) asked if anyone wanted to go the Happy Room. It took a dumb second for us to understand that Happy Rooms meant Restrooms.
     Yes, I do have a few more restroom stories to share:

     Number One: Originally, there were no  restrooms in the Forbidden City. Chamber pots would be facilitated by the eunuchs. There's actually a gate that had the sole purpose for waste management to leave the City.  It was called "The Gate of Excrement."

      Restroom story number two! (No, not THAT number two!). Because the Forbidden City lacked restrooms, the government built restrooms off to the side for public usage.  We went to use them and I discovered squatty potties.... Squatty potties are literally a hole in the ground with grippers on the sides of the hole for stability. 

     The thing about me is that I have no balance.  And if I were to attempt to use a squatty-potty, I would fall.  And that is totally not okay with me!

     Thankfully, the restrooms were split in half: half squatty potties, the other half Western toilets.  Unfortunately, the toilet I used wouldn't flush.  I'll spare you the details of how absolutely horrid the smell was.

     After that experience, we continued into the Forbidden City. 

     When you first enter the Forbidden City, you will pass through large red doors.

 

 

 



      Red has always been a color of significance for the Chinese culture, going all the way back to the origins for the celebration of the Chinese new year.  In essence, red symbolizes good fortune and happiness.  You will find a lot of red items and monuments in China.  Yellow is also a special color for the Chinese.  Originally, yellow was the color solely reserved for the emperor.  If anyone else was caught wearing yellow, the sentence was death. 
       Going back to the doors: If you look at my photos, you will notice that people are rubbing the yellow knobs that are on the doors.  It is good luck to touch the knobs.  I also touched a knob.  It was a very unique and unparalleled feeling. If you have seen Jackie Chan's version of "The Karate Kid," you will remember the scene in which Xiao Dre rubbed as many yellow knobs within his reach really quickly.  That movie scene flashed through my mind as I traced my hand along the faded yellow knobs.  It brought a smile to my face, and it solidified the fact that I was indeed in China.