I think that something about being in a plane, leaving or returning, traveling far far away makes me cry. I mean, traveling can be pretty emotional in general, but the symbolism of airports just makes it that much more.
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HOME. there are so many songs dedicated to home. The idea of home, whether it means coming back to family, or to the house you grew up in. I think I've always had a hard time with the concept of home. It seems so temporary to me. I moved around a lot as a child, once attending three elementary schools in three different states over a one year period. I've had a hard time accepting a new place as home, and the word "hometown" confuses me. Ironically, Taipei has been more of a home to me, in the sense that it is constant, ever present, filled with family and love and childhood memories. CKS memoral hall is like my backyard, I remember feeding the fish as a child, playing hop scotch on the tiled floor, racing my brother and cousins up and down the stairs. Something about seeing the neon lights of the bright signs while being driven into the city at night just makes me feel at home. But considering I spend a majority of my life on the other side of the Pacific, I guess it's time to go home. The home that seems so far away, distanced by miles and time and lifestyle that I barely recall after so many days living in Taipei. Home, as in LA.
First, I wanted to try Marukame Udon (located in A8) as soon as I saw this on hungryintaipei back during a sad night of finals week. Even after 7 entire weeks walking through all the Shin Kongs on a daily basis, I still hadn't been able to try it, though I've seen the horrendous line for it on several occassions. But when I finally went (on a Monday afternoon, aka smaller line!) it satisfied every udon and tempura craving I had. Definitely worth another trip next time. The small bowl + all the fried goodness was extremely filling but delicious. Plus it's cool watching them make the udon, cook it and batter and fry all the tempura as you make your way down the line.
>> spotlight: Traditional chinese breakfast
One interesting thing to note: Taiwanese people have a pretty screwed up idea on what to eat for breakfast. They serve spaghetti. And burger meat sandwiches. My cousin used to eat ro gen (this pork stew thing) with rice for breakfast all the time. Or oyster vermicelli. Like what. I guess I can't be talking, since my parents served me ice cream cake and chocolate for breakfast growing up. It took me a while to figure out what "breakfast food" was and to gain an appreciation for it. But the traditional stuff is just the shao bing you tiao with soymilk. And radish "cake" and egg "pancake" and green onion "pancake".
sun yat sen memorial hall
chiang kai shek memorial hall
the last hurrah
SATURDAY ADVENTURE DAY.
You know you're off to a good start when you stroll into DTF in the morning and get a seat immediately. Then filled with yummy food, we go specialty gift food shopping after helping guide some Koreans to Ice Monster.
Sunday wasn't sunny.
The last day after 9 weeks in Taiwan. It's been quite an adventure. But it's time to say goodbye.