Blonde in China

It feels interesting to be blonde in China. They think I'm exotic and want to touch my shoulder and they stare a lot. They want to speak Chinese to you and it usually means, "Can I take my picture with you?" They point and stare a lot and they smile. They pretend that they are taking a picture of their friends when they're really taking a picture of me and it's not convincing. I'm getting used to it and I saw two ladies with blonde hair today, but no children.

Mommy said I had to be a good ambassador so I had to get pictures taken with two shy twins who ran around the Bell Tower because they didn't want their picture taken and their grandma was crazy about me. They took pictures of me and their kids. In the end, their dad took a picture of my dad with his palm pilot, phone camera. They like him too because he's got red hair.