
Chinese class went on a field trip to Chinatown (or if you want to be PC—International District). We took an immersion tour at the new Wing Luke Museum which features Asian American history in Washington. On the third floor there is a narrow corridor with a high ceiling from which the letters of the first Asian immigrants hang. They look pretty fluttering delicately.
We met quite a few remarkable people; what was most remarkable about it was that we met them spontaneously. In casually walking around the exhibits, we met an elderly woman who was in Japan during WWII; and when the Americans dropped the atomic bomb, she was there in Hiroshima. She lost her brother but she and her sisters survived, hopping on the first ship back to America. In the library we met an elderly man who wrote a book about the history of the International District. And then, coming down the stairs, Wang Laoshi told us that former WA governor Gary Locke was there. He was very gracious and let us take a picture with him.
Afterwards we went to a dim sum restaurant and ordered a lot of food. After lunch we went on a scavenger hunt throughout Chinatown.
One of our items on the list was to tea-taste at a certain shop. The man who worked there, although not the owner, was very knowledgeable. Apparently, all tea comes from the same tea plant—what creates the difference is the mountain the tea plant is grown on and the different drying and baking methods after the tea leaves oxidize. The tea we drank came from plants grown on a very famous mountain in Taiwan. The field is next to a cattle farm, so the farmers will spray the tea plants with whole milk, attracting mosquitoes. When the mosquitoes die, they provide the tea plants with nitrogen. Even the soil affects the flavor of the tea.