On a soon-to-be related note, when I picture a Buddhist monk, I picture someone in modest orange clothing meditating on the front steps of a huge temple hidden away somewhere in the mountains.
Imagine my ignorant surprise when I got to witness those two worlds coming together....
I meet one of the students that I tutor, Apple, at Starbucks in a big mall right off the subway every Tuesday and Thursday morning. One day, she stopped speaking mid-sentence and stared over my right shoulder for a few seconds before I turned and looked at what had rendered her speechless. It was that guy, who walked in and sat down by himself.
Then as I had just finished snapping a pic of the first guy, his friend comes walking in with a laptop bag over his shoulder and sits down at the table. Apple couldn't even believe what she was seeing, and her mom is a Buddhist.
And a week or so later a few different monks were in the Starbucks, and one of them even went outside to make a phone call. I wish I knew who was on the other end of that phone.
This makes me wonder what other crazy surprises are in store for me in this crazy city. A taxi driver who follows the normal rules of safe-driving? A seller in a market who offers a fair-price to a foreigner? A Chinese man with even semi-impressive facial hair?
This modern-day monk thing has sure opened up a world of possibilities.
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