One
evening we stopped to eat dinner in a well-lit Chinese restaurant. The
young hostess/cashier displayed an unusual familiarity and comfort-level with
foreigners. She
explained items on the menu to us, for example, "This is beef and this
is chicken." That's pretty good English for Japan! She asked where we are from and we
replied, "The United States." She asked where in the U.S. We
replied, "the middle." She asked where in the middle. We replied,
"Missouri." She lit up. "Oh! Missouri! I lived on home-stay in Cedar
Rapids, Iowa!!" When I told her that Iowa is my home state and Cedar Rapids is not far from the farm where I grew up, she said, "I want to talk with you about IOWA." I wrote my email address
on a piece of paper and she held it close to her heart. "I am an Iowa
girl," she said.
I wrote her back and am awaiting her reply. I hope that two Iowa girls can get together here, in a city where this Iowa girl never dreamed she would live.
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