I was given the opportunity to study in Beijing during third year in University. Although I stayed in an international students' dormitory, I was lucky enough to be welcomed into the home of a local Chinese family. One of the teachers in the foreign language department asked me if I was interested in helping a Chinese man with his English and he'd reciprocate with helping me with Chinese. I jumped at the opportunity, and we arranged to meet every Saturday. I assumed we would chat over tea somewhere, but he welcomed me right into his home where he lives with his wife and parents. They showed me many of the traditional Chinese customs, such as dumpling pinching and dim sum. They showered me with food, and I always politely overate. Zheng is a self taught English speaker who works for a perfume factory, and loves the NBA. His English is much better than my Chinese, although we were both looking things up in the dictionaries frequently. We met a couple times a week, and he took me to Tiananmen and other touristy places in the city. His family invited me to spend the national holiday in October with them, which seems like Thanksgiving or Christmas for Americans. I'm so thrilled to have met the Wang's, they became like my family when I was so far away from home.