Let The Adventure Begin
We had a week to decide to relocate to Taiwan or not, a week to find a place to live, and a week to move across the ocean.
Stepping out of the Taoyuan International Airport, my eye glasses fogged up. The air had a scent of unknown flowers; the taxi fume smelled differently than that back home; and there was no honk.
We are staying in a service apartment in a little alley off Yanji Road.
It took heroic driving skills to navigate through the narrow alleyways filled with cars and mopeds on both sides.
The street was dark at 10:30 but quite a few little food stands and restaurants are still in good business. Their dishes are neatly listed on rectangle tablets. Yellow letters on red, I remember these! They were made of bamboo and the menus were handwritten in respectable calligraphy when I was young. A stand was selling fire baked yams. The Uno’s pizza that was served before landing all of a sudden turned into a meal that I do not wish to eat for a while. Food preferences are hard to die.