Day 9: A Chat With Mr. Yang

After waking up early to watch a spectacular sunrise at our campsite off of lake Erhai, the group headed back to Yang Zhuo Ran for a huge breakfast. I had time for a quick shower before me and the other catholic students had to get on a bus to go to Dali Old Town for sunday mass. THe rest of the day consisted of chillaxing back at Yang Zhuo Ran until Mr. T decided to take a big group of students to go see a very special man. His name is Mr. Yang, he is 94 years old, and he has spent the better part of a century in Xizhou watching China undergoe enourmos change. He really reminds me of my grandpa, in the way that he is still so cheerful, and hasn't turned bitter, even though his wife passed away only two years ago. It hink that there is something to learn from someone who can live so long, yet be healthy, happy, and able to go for a walk around town everyday. I look forward to talking to Mr. Yang sometime soon.

I'm 15 years old and I am really happy that I went to Xizhou. I was born in Mexico, and have lived in three other countries since then, including Shanghai. I chose to study the diverse religions here and I hoped to gain new understanding on my own faith, and what makes spirituality such an important part of people's lives. I looked forward to fumbling my way through conversations in Chinese and learning as much as I can over the weeks I was at Microcampus.