Love and Marriage

Jinghong, China

I'm married. Surprised? It actually came as quite a surprise to me, as well. It was fairly unexpected. Now before certain friends and family members have a heart attack, bang their heads against various pieces of furniture and start writing frantic emails questioning my sanity let me clarify a few things:
It's not at all how it seems. It's not actually for real. But it was a nice surprise. The girl, Iris, is a very lovely person. I met her here in Jinghong, just walking past in the street, saying hello. We started talking and liked each other. She's the reason I ended up staying a lot longer than I originally intended. One day we went to a minority village near here and were picked among other tourists for a ceremony they were performing. We didn't even know the purpose of the ceremony because nobody spoke Mandarin with us. There was a lot of hooting and dancing. We were each given a cup of some strong rice liquor. Then among more hooting led to another hut where we were given another cup of the same liquor. Then the young man that seemed to play the role of the village chief tied a red ribbon around our right wrists. Only now a Chinese speaking guide explained that we were now married and were not supposed to take the ribbon off anymore. It had all happened so fast it took a moment to sink in. Then we were escorted to a bed a huddled together among loud cheers.
The funny thing is that even though all this was just for show it feels real. She's a wonderful girl and I'm happy I can share this memory with her. It's very sad that I can't stay. We both know that. Maybe that makes us try to enjoy every moment. We got together after only knowing each other a day, got married five days later. A few days later I'll have to go and we don't know what the future will bring. But one thing is for sure - the red ribbon will stay with me. Whatever the future may bring, whatever God may have in store for us, I won't forget you, Iris.