8月 25, 2011

My husband shows me his childhood hangout.

My husband, Da-Wen, took me to his childhood hangout. After school, he would hang out at Gong Guan. It must've been mind blowing to grow up in Taipei during the 1970's and seeing all these changes as time rolls by. I can't even imagine. I'm fortunate to explore Taiwan through a local's eyes. I got to have hot pot with my husband and his classmates. I've got to stay at a typical Taiwanese household than to stay at a hotel. I've got to see how "everything goes" when my husband renews his identification card. My husband helps me with the street vendors and shopping.

I recommend going to Gon Guang. That is where I got the cutest red bag (and I still use this bag to this day).
Thank you, Da-Wen, for ordering me great choices. It's good to be around somebody who can read me like a book.
This picture reminds me of my jet lag. Actually, that is how I nap. You need energy for the nighttime.

If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay home.
--- James Michener