Opinion | How the Spring Festival expanded this American’s notion of family
Having celebrated Christmas in China and Lunar New Year in the US, I’ve come to cherish loved ones on both sides of the Pacific
Standing on a chair, a can of wasabi peas in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other, my Chinese 101 professor made eye contact with me. I was enthralled by her theatrical pedagogy but, like any language learner, terrified of making mistakes. After all, my last gaffe was a class favourite and not something I was particularly proud of, despite my forays into improvisational comedy.
We were learning about the ba structure, an important aspect of Mandarin that helps one describe the modification of objects. I took a reluctant jab at answering her question and, to my surprise, properly described grabbing a pea with chopsticks – a small step in a long journey that would ignite my interest in Chinese culture, language and community.
A central theme was food. But I didn’t know the half of it until I met Sun Quan during my second year. Over a shared love of theatre and football, we became close friends. Sun invited me to Ningbo, Zhejiang province, in 2014.