that I'd be eating bamboo shoots,
drinking bubble milk tea,
learning to read Chinese menus,
and zigzagging through crowds on a scooter...
In fact, at any moment in my life if someone had told me I'd be moving to the opposite side of the world to this beautiful, tropical island I wouldn't have believed it.
(And yes I said Taiwan, not Thailand - a mistake that countless people tend to make. Such as when friends made their farewells, singing "Have a great time in Thailand!")
And yet here I am. One year in France, barely 3 weeks back in my beloved Canadian home and I find myself transported to the hot and humid island of Taiwan.
What can I say? I just can't seem to shake the travel bug I caught when down under in Sydney, Australia. Apparently they have yet to find a cure, but I'm not complaining.
Welcome to my neighborhood in Taipei where I'll be living for the next year.
Can I show you around? Maybe interest you in some dumplings?