Kung Fu- 功夫

This morning we had our first Kung fu class. For those of you that said I would fall in love with a Chinese man while I was here... you were right! His American name is John and he is our instructor. I think he is the first tall Chinese man I have seen since our arrival. He only knows how to say a few words in English. After we had begun learning the steps he motioned for us to stop. He said..."No, No," and he pointed to his chest. "You must have quiet heart." I just about died. I am so in love with this man. Haha. But it is so true, sitting in that class watching a bunch of Americans trying to do Kung fu was eye opening. We stomp and we stumble and we have no balance. John got a few laughs out of us but as class went on I really started to get it. I enjoy those moments when you have to focus on your "inner self." (However corny that might sound)  To us, martial arts is just Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan movies. But to them it is the way they live. With a quiet heart. Calm and quiet. I love these people more and more every day guys! I might never come home!