So, I told you how I ended up here. I suppose it’s now time to tease you with the terrific tails happening only in Taiwan.
How I realized I wasn’t in Eastern Europe:
Took a taxi on a lovely rainy night on my first day in Taipei; the driver did not propose, did not accuse me of being a spy, or even talk about his life long dream to move to America. However, he was watching a Chinese Soap Opera on his dashboard WHILE HE WAS DRIVING. Productivity at it’s finest.
Commercialism:
I am sexy. I mean…you know how in most of the world advertising is done with a half-naked woman + somewhere you might notice a product being sold? SO, a majority of the advertisements here are women with seemingly innocent smiles in glasses. BAM!! Taiwanese sexy - you can keep your clothes on!!! And you kind of have to. It’s basically summer weather…and as much as I want to wear my skirts and shorts and yes even try to read an existential book to motivate the job-search while sunbathing…
MOSQUITOES WILL DESTROY YOUR HAPPINESS.
Yeah, basically the only two flaws I’ve found in this country:
- Mosquitoes. (I wear bug spray to bed. I feel like Johnson and Johnson’s stock doubled just since I moved here…I WILL DONATE ALL OF MY MONEY TO SOMEONE WILLING TO FIND A CURE FOR MOSQUITOES and any other vampire bug that exits.)
- Popcorn. (Guys, popcorn is natures way to party. And then Orville
came along and made a party in a bag.) We planned a movie night with
some friends and although I was excited to see the 2nd Captain America, I
was really more excited about getting movie-theater popcorn. I was
craving it for almost a week before someone finally suggested a movie
night and it didn’t take long to convince me once I realized I could get
popcorn! If you have ever lived with me, you have probably witnessed
popcorn being consumed for dinner, lunch, or breakfast. Maybe rarely
once for all three. I LOVE POPCORN!! SO, I told my friends that
although we were running late I’m not sitting down until I have the
biggest bag of popcorn they sell. They only had one size…(I don’t care,
give me popcorn)…you have to buy a coke with it…(I don’t care!!! GIVE
ME POPCORN!!)…and they only sell kettle corn. WHAT? Where’s the
butter? I ALREADY HAD 7 bars of chocolate and lemon-wafers today.
FINE. Give me popcorn.
Don’t get me wrong. Kettle Corn can be enjoyed on occasions. BUT, at least let me have the option of why I have to run an extra 3 miles the next day. Needless to say, craving was not cured. Nor will it be for a few more months.
Sunday afternoon at the coast! |
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