After the exams, the whole program, less one teacher and one student, walks to lunch together. It is raining and, in Arcata style, I have no umbrella.
(You don't have an umbrella?) the enormously cute young teacher asks.
(No, I lost it two weeks ago)
(Here, use mine) she holds out her hand.
(No, no,) but I get under it with her anyway.
She passes off the handle to me (I'm too lazy to carry it)
It's a small umbrella, and a little tight for two people, even two short people like us.
(You ought to buy a new umbrella)
(Eh, I'm leaving tomorrow)
(It doesn't rain in your California hometown?)
(No, it rains a lot, I'm just used to it.)
We talk some more.
(So, when you're in China, are you going to find a Chinese girlfriend?)
(Not sure yet.)
(Oh, you ought to. Chinese girls are very nice.)
Well, yes...
Color my mind slightly blown.