After we got home today we found a middle aged lady in our living room. It happens.

This Chinese lady who is staying with us is driving her daughter nuts waking her up to translate. She is fascinated.
I don't speak the language but I do have a Mom. I know what she is telling her kid. "No, don't just tell me they are clowns and they live upstairs.
I still have questions 3 through 103 about this here situation. Now stay put and tell me what these fools have to say." HAHAHA! You go girl.We have a new best friend. That tone is the same in all languages.
She was shy and bashful because she doesn't speak English. 
She muttered "I from China Beijing" 
Instantly we greeted her in Mandarin. 
She got a huge smile. 
Flash forward an hour later and Olive. the Mom. and the daughter are tangoing. 

Cutting a rug like old friends. She told Olive. "You Tango? You Dance?"
She assumed that because Olive was an animated clown that she would also know how to Tango...and she was right. "You teach me Tango Olive"
Living in a house that rents rooms is a perfect roost for clowns. 
We live for these interactions.
We sadly said goodbye to our Chinese national friends this morning and now have a new set of sweetheart single serving friends to miss.

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