And now, with Fei by my side, I was no longer alone; she was the traveling companion who had entered my soul.
We had arrived in Dalian.
At noon, the sun was bright, the sea breeze was moist, and in the city were clean and tidy alleyways and European-style buildings, as well as robust plane trees, whose leaves had grown to the size of palms, fluttering and rustling on their branches.
Fei treated the foreign guests and me to seafood dumplings, strolled around Xinghai Square, and visited the Shell Museum. She had boundless energy, an enthusiastic attitude, and did an exceptional job; the French were very fond of her. Upon their first meeting, an old lady even called her "little bok choy."
I thought, although her vocabulary was still limited, and not having lived abroad, some of her expressions might not yet be authentic, with more practice and given time, Fei could become one of the most outstanding interpreters.
