So here’s some news: I’M HEADING TO TAIWAN IN LIKE 5 DAYS! Now, please excuse me while I run off this excess excitement by propelling myself in circles around my room in glee. But yes, I am indeed heading to the great land of food in less than a week, and can I say, I AM TOTES PSYCHED!?! (Yes, the dreaded “!?!” combination was just used, please initiate emergency apocalypse procedures) – Now, there are a crapload of things that must be done in TW, apart from shopping and eating ourselves into a gluttonous stupor – and that is Round One of Meet The Family. Yes, I will get to meet my boyfriend’s supremely extended family – which can only end two ways them in tears or me in tears. And two variations of these tears: joyful or tragic. Also, they live in the countryside, which means getting on a train and heading inland – or is it upland? Unfortunately, I’m not extremely familiar with the demographics of this island nation.
In any case, I’ve been told that recently TW has just experienced a bone-tingling cold-snap – now as a native Brisbanite from sub-tropical Queensland, anything related to cold – including sno-cones – gives me a mental chill. I can literally feel my head slowly icing up, goosebumps are spontaneously emerging from my milk-tea coloured skin. If I continue to write about it, I may have to look for a scarf. So here I am, a little Brisbane girl – dredging through my wardrobe in vain, looking for anything that may keep my poor little soul warm Taiwan’s icy winter – although balmy by other Northern Hemisphere Standards, is pretty much an ice-age for me. So, doing what any shopper-girl must, I headed to DFO and online to seek out some warmness.
Recently, I received a packaged-up jacket of goodness from the lovely people at My Secret Closet LTD – and, CHECK IT OUT, it has studs on it! I mean, studs people! I love clothes with studs on them – my mother, in contrast, hates them because she says they rip into the other clothes in the washer. Well, Other Clothes In the Washer? GO SUCK IT.
And because I can, check out the place we’re going to stay. It’s called, stodgily enough, TW Angel – I know, sounds like a horrible name, but it’s a serviced apartment/hostel set up – It’s practically a palace: