I had an entire conversation in Chinese with a Taiwanese woman on Monday night.
I've been going to this same lady at the Night Market for dumplings a couple of times a week. I love dumplings and they're crazy cheap.
Last night I walked up and she handed me this random little fried dumpling (guo bian I think?) and told me to sit down while she was steaming the dumplings I ordered.
It took about ten seconds of eating for me to get up the nerve to try to talk to her. I asked her what the friend dumpling was called. Then I asked her what her name is: Mrs. Guo.
It was a fairly one-sided conversation limited by the six or seven things I can say about myself and the maybe eight verbs that I know in Chinese. But it was a conversation none the less.
It's amazing how much confidence you get just from one conversation.
10 hours ago