Us, in Canada. She’s a single woman in her mid-thirties with beautiful handwriting who is doing graduate study in TEFL in the U.S. My wife (a native of Taiwan) kept in vague contact with her due to their (former) shared interest in TEFL. It’s summer. Plans were made for her to come and see Niagara Falls and Toronto and the like. She graced us with her presence for a whole week, and now that it’s over we can only chuckle, because, you see, it’s been a while since we’ve really interacted with Taiwanese people, and with her we got the whole package, including:
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The enthusiastic Taiwanese style of banter, wherein one cannot comment in passing that a wall is green without one’s interlocutor emitting about 45 “hmm hmm hmm’s” two octaves above middle C in agreement, interspersed betwixt and between a rapturous affirmation that “yes, the wall is green” and a thoughtful reflection that “you know, I really do believe that the wall is green,” all of this crammed effortlessly into the temporal space occupied by the original declaration, with parts of it even ending up inadvertently in unison.
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The drawn-out Scooby Doo “ho-o-o-o?” in response to anything which might be construed as shocking or unusual, such as the fact that we take showers in the morning instead of at night before we go to bed.
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The gregarious meal-time slurping, lip-smacking and animated “hmm hmm hmm’s” with a mouthful of food.
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The happy discussion of “foreigners” using stereotypical characterizations of such crudity as to make a Big-Mac-scarfing fat man in an SUV picking up a sixpack of Bud and a round of ammo at a drive-thru in Arkansas demur.
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The docile lack of interest in the discussion of anything remotely connected to the arts, politics, culture or even sports. For five days we talked about how salty foreign food is and our various medical complaints. Oh, and shopping. And making money. What did she do to take a break from her studies? Sleep, of course.
It’s not very nice of me to paint such a caricature, I know. And my wife didn’t mind having someone other than me around to chat with in Chinese. I will admit that Taiwanese people have an especially diplomatic aptitude for spending time with people with whom they have almost nothing in common, though I’m not entirely certain how much of a good thing that actually is. In any case, wifey and I are Canadians now, for better or for worse, so the various Taiwanese mannerisms on display over the past week stood out in sharp relief for us.
The end result? We’re now feeling quite relieved.