Happy Birthday to Me

I know, I know, I haven’t posted about my birthday. Honestly it wasn’t much to talk about.

Taipei Birthday

I was in Taipei the night before for a concert of the choir that I had almost joined but had no time for. I was so tired that I nearly fell asleep the entire time, but it still was wonderful to hear classical choral music. I remembered some of the songs from my brief time rehearsing with them, so I sang along under my breath. The little girl a few seats over copied the conductor with broad, sweeping gestures of her arms. I smiled, thinking of how this is something I would have done at her age. My feet were suddenly very hot, so I took off my shoes and covered my bare feet with a scarf, hoping no one would notice. It was hardly the airplane, but I couldn’t sit there for two hours wearing shoes. No way.

Immediately after we taxied home and I went right to sleep. I could not stay awake. I was a bit put off that my hosts put on the television loudly in the next room and continued to thump around the house, but I get the feeling that they stay up later than me anyhow. Surprisingly, as they are older, I often get calls or texts from them as late as 11pm at night!

The morning brought a typical delicious breakfast. I love meals at this house because they are just my style, simple, steamed, and lots from which to choose. This morning had a fruit plate of apples, guava, and mango, and a vegetable plate of broccoli, cauliflower, lettuce, and sweet potato. I am a fan of everything, so it makes a lovely breakfast. At home I wouldn’t usually have vegetables for breakfast, but somehow here it seems to be okay to me.

Genial and I set off to the market, at my request, and she proceeded to buy me everything! I was again embarrassed, though thankful, since I haven’t quite figured out how the market works yet in terms of getting a good price. I think they still try to swindle me. I came across a tangerine seller who was also from Yilan, upon hearing it was my birthday he thrust three juicy tangerines into my hands and began talking at me rapidly in Taiwanese. The tangerines were purely orange, more orange than any standard American orange and surprisingly not the mottled green-orange shared by all citrus fruits here. The stems and leaves were still intact, as if he had just plucked them from the trees just for me. Tangerines are a happy, lucky fruit.

We bought a beet, a kabocha squash (!), some spinach, a loofa, broccoli, green beans, asparagus, cabbage, lettuce, carrots, a taro, a large dragon fruit, apples, a guava, and something else I can’t quite remember. My bags were laden down, but I was happy that I had bought from the market which is somehow better than that in Yilan.

As usual, I fell asleep on the bus home from Taipei (me and busses….it just happens) and was rather dreading the walk home with my bags stuffed full like a vegetable-gifting santa claus. As I was crossing the street, the woman who had been sitting next to me on the bus turned to me and led me to a car across the street. Thinking it was some sort of unofficial taxi, I asked her who it was in the car. Learning it was her mother, I accepted the offer of a ride, and began trying to explain in Mandarin where I lived while they spoke Taiwanese back to me. Thankfully my veggies and I arrived home intact and I had yet another story to tell. This is the second time I’ve accepted a ride from kind Yilaners. I know you may all balk at this, but I’ve got the intuition to tell whether it might be a bad idea. At least one would hope so, right?

School Birthday

The thursday before my actual birthday, my LET and the Dean presented me with a strange japanese cheesecake and had the teachers sing to me during the staff meeting. Ellen gave me a package which contained some fuzzy socks and some man’s leather gloves which I probably wouldn’t wear if I didn’t actually have cold hands in the brisk 6:30am air.

Later, the second grade teacher who so very much loves to talk to me was blathering on about something or another and mentioned the tradition of red eggs on birthdays. If you’re unfamiliar, as I was:

Eggs hold a special symbolic significance in many cultures, and China is no exception. The Chinese believe eggs symbolize fertility. After a baby is born, parents may hold a “red egg and ginger party,” where they pass out hard boiled eggs to announce the birth. (In some regions of China the number of eggs presented depends on the sex of the child: an even number for a girl, and an odd number if a boy has been born). (from Wikipedia)
Saying I could eat eggs, the teacher quickly dispatched Tom the Multipurpose guy to get eggs (or so I supposed) and he quickly rushed out the door. Soon he returned with a bag full of eggs. I pretended not to have seen and promptly forgot about the whole exchange. Later a call came to the classroom asking me to come to the office. The teacher, full of the enthusiasm one has when about to let out a pent up surprise, dragged me outside the other door and there, on some newspaper, was a red egg.

In all its glory

It had been a group effort between the teachers presently in the office, and I smiled. Warning me, in Mandarin, not to eat this certain egg, Tom brought me over to a metal container that was filled with hard boiled eggs. The teacher started bundling these into a food-safe plastic bag for me to take home. I ended up taking home about two dozen hard boiled eggs that day. Currently my fridge is stuffed to the brim. The absolute brim.

Home Birthday

Also this week came a birthday package from my lovely family! And since I’m writing this at a later date, I can also tell you that my wonderful aunties Margie and Sue sent me packages as did both sets of grandparents. There is no better way to feel loved at such a distance. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

My parents sent…well…my Mom obviously put it together when my Dad wasn’t there, because there was nothing from him inside 🙂

shaker bottle for smoothies (the cups here are small!), some chipy/crackery things, bars, earrings (owls!), chocolate!!

and a chocolate advent calendar! Our house has at least 30 different advent calendars but I’ve ever had a chocolate one.


The cars came first. My sister is such an artist 🙂 and my brother’s cartoon made me laugh. It looks a bit like Uncle Tom’s Ed, doesn’t it anyone who knows?



My Auntie Sue sent me a neat Owl cut out that is now on my wall keeping me safe, Auntie Margie sent me a large photo of her and all my cousins which is also on my wall, and a scarf that I’ve already worn numerous times and gotten complements on, Grammie and Grampie sent a little notebook I used on sunday for taking blog notes on the train, and Mimaw and Pop sent me a warm Owl scarf that will go with me to my as of yet undisclosed lunar new year holiday location.

Thank you loving family.

Yilan Fulbright Birthday

I had arranged to go to the all you can eat (chi dao bao-literally eat until full) hot pot place that I love so much. Everyone showed up, which made me incredibly happy! Even our coordinator, Kelly came. We took up two tables and chatted and ate for hours until it was time to close.

Because we were so many people there, I am the owner of a VIP membership card at the restaurant and am now entitled to 15% off all purchases. 

All in all, it was a lovely birthday and well spent with lots of love from all sides. Thank goodness. The only thing that could have made it better would be if I were home with family love all around me.

Love, Hannah


Taipei Thanksgiving: Part Two

Welcome back to my Thanksgiving series, which will be in three parts, the third of which hasn’t happened yet so I can’t tell you whether it will happen at all. As you know, we work on holidays here, so Thanksgiving might just be another boring day at work. 

I woke up, popped down to breakfast the second it opened (perks of being an early riser!) and finished all before my room mate (and I imagine everyone in the hotel but the other five people at breakfast) were even out of bed. The air conditioning in our room was broken so that it kept blowing freezing air all night no matter how much I tried to turn it up, so I’d slept fitfully in my coat and was eager for a nice cup of warm tea.

After my room mate, Taylor, had showered and breakfasted, Mary Kate came over and we chatted for a few hours about life. I haven’t had this experience so it was really nice just to bond with some friends. We lost track of time even, and had to scoop our belongings into bags to check out in time! Off we set for the Longshan temple, after checking our bags at the hotel.

Longshan Temple, first stop. 

We got off of the MRT and somehow ended up being led by a woman towards the temple. I wasn’t sure where she was leading us, but she didn’t seem to want to let us go. Chattering on and on, she turned around, grabbed our arms, eager to steer us in the right direction although we did know where we were headed.

This waterfall is supposed to purify your heart.

Making faces, as ever.

Mary Kate, my lovely friend.

typical Taylor pose-ugh stretched again.

Inside the temple were many people milling around, each with their individual agenda. There were huge tables piled with offerings of fruits, incense, and cakes.

The detailing on the temple was ornate and beautiful.

Beautiful as the temple was, I failed to get the etherial feeling I get when I enter a Church or Cathedral.

Still, with so many people around me devoutly ‘baibai’-ing (as they call the devotions with incense) I felt something had to be around me, it couldn’t just be all the incense. 

Can you spot Mary Kate? We couldn’t either!

typical Hannah contrast picture

I wandered around, taking pictures. Somehow got separated from the other two girls, but not feeling lost.

Finding them again, Mary Kate had bought some incense for NT 10 and handed us each three sticks. Taylor and I proceeded to stand with ours for a very.long.time.

After the temple, we moved to lunch. We walked past this strange TV area in the MRT underground walkway. Many old people watching TV and eating lunch. The TVs weren’t even playing the same programme!

Walking down the street, we ran into Samantha and Allison, who we were going to meet for lunch at Macho Taco, somewhere they’d been wanting to eat forever. Although I’d pledged not to eat a) with a fork or b) anything eatable not Chinese this year, I relented for social graces.

It actually ended up being delicious.

We all had a super wonderful time. Stretched?

A tiny hole in the wall place.

Allison and Mary Kate.

burrito bowl with black beans (to die for), guar, sour cream, pico, salsa, tomatoes, pickled veggies, and cabbage.

I usually dislike guacamole and detest sour cream, but I’d forgotten to ask for it without it and just rolled with the punches. Surprisingly, they added a delicious dimension to the meal.

Clearly I disliked it 🙂


We moved from being utterly stuffed to walk to the Huashan Culture Park. I had looked this up online, decided it was a bit odd looking, but followed along with the pack. I was so glad I did, because it ended up being amazing and reminiscent of home.

Inside one of the buildings were many little stations showcasing Chinese arts and crafts. I had my name drawn by a guy who wasn’t very good at it. I’d been hoping to get the other lady, but my paper was passed to him first. Oh well.


artsy sushi. I wouldn’t eat this. Notwithstanding that I also dislike rice.

mini rock statues?

We are National Geographic’s best and newest cover.

We heard there was a building in which they sold spiked cider and my friends wanted some, so off we headed to try to find it. 

Eventually we came upon this lovely vintage inspired fair type thing. They did indeed have cider and my friends left happy. I was filled up by the fact that it felt like a Waldorf Christmas fair. 

Samantha sneakily captured my face at discovering hand dipper candles.

A little bit of a farmer’s market thing made me miss London. It’s everywhere I’d rather be. 

shoemaker boy

Here’s where it really began to remind me of the holiday fair at Waldorf school.

A fuzzy friend

While I was meandering around taking pictures and drinking in the cosy, holiday cheer, my friends were waiting for the home made spiced spiked cider.

The man made each individual cup by hand adding the brandy, apple juice, slivers of apple, cinnamon sticks, and sugar together in a pot, then boiling it unitl piping hot and steaming of fragrance.

He had a little bowl for everything, just like Martha Stewart.

99 bottles of brandy on the wall…

I marveled at the atmosphere. and my beautiful friends.

All in all, a wonderful weekend that made me miss home more than ever.

Love, Hannah

Thanksgiving in Taipei-Day One

Maybe you knew, but this is my third Thanksgiving out of country.

Thanksgiving in Scotland, 2008

The first time was with my cousin, Katie, while she was studying abroad in Scotland. I was given tickets for my 18th birthday and what a time we had! It was proper cold.

Proper. Cold.

I ate vegetarian haggis that year. Made of Lentils, it was actually delicious.

You can tell I like it.

The second time was in London, and it was actually my birthday!

Can you guess which one is mine?

Somehow I don’t think I’ll be doing anything like either of these events this year. I’m not sure I could quite make up dishes like those I”m used to at home. It’s not that I can’t find marshmallows or brown sugar. Yes, they have both, but we don’t eat those for Thanksgiving. One thing that always makes me laugh is that outsiders think we all eat the same things for Thanksgiving. No, I’m missing steamed brussels sprouts, green beans, spinach, sweet potatoes, squash, and fresh cranberry sauce, etc. I’m not able to find most of those things here, sadly. Next year, there’s always next year.

Even though I am not going to be fully celebrating this year, due to my determination to keep holidays nonexistent so I can pretend they don’t exist until next year, we were invited to Taipei last weekend for a Thanksgiving banquet of sorts.

Bad quality of picture, apologies.

We piled into a banquet room at the Far Eastern hotel which had carpeting that I felt I ought not to walk on with my shoes that had seen the day tromping all over Taipei’s dirty streets. I scoped out the two sides of the room where the food waited, glad I could skip one side entirely as it was just meat!

the side dish side.

I didn’t take any pictures of the food because if I’m honest it wasn’t very vegetarian friendly and also didn’t say ‘thanksgiving’ to me. Most of the things I’d liked to have eaten contained bacon! (Where they got bacon I’ll never know)  I really did not take many pictures of the event either, but luckily my friend Aria took some lovely ones as usual. I’m not a big fan of photographs of people, but she is, so I always trust her to capture moments.

Me, Seth, some guy, Christie, top row more people whose names I forget.

I wish this picture weren’t squashed, but I”m still figuring out how to reformat it. If you know, please tell me! Seth is from Kaosiung and we only get to see each other at these events, but he’s a lot of fun! Christie is from Yilan and we’re good friends in fact, she might room with me if she gets into graduate school in NYC!

Everyone. Front row: me, Kim, Mary Kate, Danielle, Samantha, Allison top row: Adam, Michael, Reilly, Taylor, Kelly (our coordinator), Christie, Sarah, Rebekah, Aria, Will

Again with the stretching, but I quite like the original version of this photo. Note the shoes I am wearing. Can you see why I felt at odds with the carpet?


Let’s backtrack a bit. Earlier that day we had been toured around Old Tamsui and the pier and a castle thing, which seemed to be a very quick tour indeed. The weather couldn’t have been better. I noticed that the Yilaners all had brought umbrellas, rain jackets and layers, while the other three counties were significantly less dressed in outerwear. This just goes to show you the weather differences between our counties. I, myself, was wearing at least 5 layers and was toasty warm with a pashmina scarf nestled under my chin.

Visiting a castle.

View from the castle, which was on a hill

Apparently this castle had been used way back when for British prisoners, and also had stood as a consulate at one point (and perhaps still does?)


After the short jaunt through the castle, we boarded the bus again and made off to the Old Tamsui pier.

beautiful shoreline. Could be London if I pretend.

Guess the year in which this was taken?

We stuck out, I’d imagine, in more ways than one.

Flag us down.

Away down the pier

It was all rather lovely, and I stuck with Seth as we walked, eventually just meandering through the streets to see what we could find. We only had about 20 minutes by the time we’d all finished taking group photographs. There was even a couple getting their wedding photos doe who wanted us all in the background!

Kim and I

(I hate how it stretches!! Computer savvy folks, help me out!)

Taylor and I

being silly

the group

I found a store with all sorts of Owly things inside. Of course, I had to take a picture.

and also in front of the Hello Kitty sign. The shop lady came out and said, ‘Welcome to Hello Kitty World’ in her best English. I smiled and took a photo.

Ice cream which looks amazing but I’ve heard is tasteless.

three old guys.

The Taiwanese seem to love their arcades!


I wonder where they get all the squid!

Then it was the dinner. Do you all follow my reverse chronology here?

Stay tuned for part two of the Thanksgiving tales, which is much better.

Love, Hannah

Taipei Weekend One: Part Two

I know you all want to hear about and read about my times in Taipei, even if they were a long time ago. I figure it will also give you a good break from my posts about teaching, since that’s pretty much all I’m doing lately. So here goes the first weekend, part two.

We woke early, having agreed we would be going to have breakfast on YaMingShan and walked to the car, which was parked in the underground car park underneither the neighborhood high school.

What do you notice about these cars?

Nothing but silver/gray.


A neighborhood with a view. As my friend soldier Jim says, ‘ But you can see Taipei 101 from everywhere in Taipei…’

The day was beautiful and clear; it wasn’t too hot yet and I was ready for breakfast.

Looking down the street.

A local alleyway

Things you should know about me: I’m a morning person and that includes breakfast. I wake up ready to have long winded debates, and I”m also always hungry right when I wake up. We ended up waiting a little longer than I’d have liked before breakfast.

J, G and IY’s adult daughter, works at the National Palace Museum, so we stopped there first. I got to see her office in ‘The Creative Centre’

On the way up- the back way!

Art desks for projects

Apparently kids can sign up for art classes. I wish I were a kid!

There’s J in her element!

Check out the space!

Pottery and wood studio outside.

pottery wheels. I’ve always wanted to try this.

The kids get to make things related to the current exhibit- did you know that the NPM has so much in their archives that they can only have a small section of it on display at once?

Mini jade bok choys!

The outside of what I think is the Silks Palace restaurant.

Rooftops and tree tops

After this quick stop, we made our way up the mountain to find our breakfast. It was already nearly 9 by the time we began our drive, so we stopped at a roadside market under the dew dusted trees.

Wet with the morning dew.

fresh fruits and veggies.

Everything was grown on the mountain, and you could tell- it was all so fresh!

I think this is taro? Check out the root part.

mini bananas!

We bought some Lychees and some other fruit and bamboo, and set off again.

I’d been picturing some fancy restaurant at the top, where we would be in a national park, but what actually appeared in front of me, as I walked from the little parking place was much, much better.

Where we parked.

Our little hole in the wall breakfast place!

So I remember.

We went inside and set to work. Up against the wall were bins of leafy greens that you could choose from. We started with four. The Dengs told me to choose but since I didn’t know what any of them were, I just pointed to the first ones I saw.

Which to choose?

Choosing our greens.

Next came the carb portion. We choose Zhou, which is similar to/the same as Congee; a watered down rice porridge. Ours came with little bits of sweet potato in it, which was nice. As I mentioned, I’m not a rice fan, but this was kind of nice, thick, and satisfying.

Zhou, pickled bamboo, and pickled cabbage.

I was a huge fan of the side dishes. This is the first time I tried bamboo, but it would from now on become a favourite for my time in Taiwan. Or at least it has thus far.

Sides to choose from.

I sat down at a little wooden table, and we didn’t have to wait very long before the dishes began crowding in!

tables. We were the only people in here!

One thing I love about eating out in Taiwan is that you never seem to have to wait for longer than 10 minutes for your food!

The first green dish and my zhou.

ready to go!

By this time I was hungry, so I was excited when our table started filling up with vegetarian breakfast greens and delicious dishes.

greens, and an egg pancake thing with little bits of pickled taro in it.

I liked the egg pancake, but what I really liked was the pickled taro inside. It was….slightly too salty, but had a nice crunch to it. There was also a plate with a whole tofu slab on it, which was okay.


G and IY bought me some of the taro, since I”d mentioned that I liked it, and we set off for the top of the mountain.

pickled taro!

Having just stuffed myself with a delicious breakfast, I fell asleep going up the mountain, and probably for good reason, because as we neared the top, it looped around and around in a sickening fashion, harkening back to the memories I have of the ride to the Ju Ming Museum from childhood visits.

Views from the top

The views from the top were breathtaking. I couldn’t believe I was actually there and kept exclaiming incredulously about the scenery and how lucky I was. I must have looked and sounded ridiculous, but I couldn’t have hoped for a better weekend.

steam rising.

Did I mention that Yamingshan is also a volcano? It releases beautiful gases into the air, causing it the whole mountain to look alive. Don’t worry- it’s dormant!


You can also see Taipei!

According to my Rough Guide Taiwan book, the site sits on top of a fault line (probably the one that created the Central Mountain Range here on the East Coast) .


More smiling.

I couldn’t get enough of this- it’s like the Megrimum!

There were little hot springs around the volcano too-

I stayed away!

It boils!

Steam rising out of the ground.

The scenery was just jaw dropping. I couldn’t get enough of the flowing grasses or the sweeping views. The entire area was replete with greenery and I was in the middle of it all.

I have an affinity for flowing grasses such as these.

more steam. How cool, right?

beautiful green contrasts to volcanic stone.

There are trails you can hike to the very top too, but we didn’t have time that day. We stopped for a snack, since we’d had breakfast so late.

Lychees or Dragon’s eyes.

IYU taught me how to open one without having to peel it. Pinch and open!

See? It’s a dragon’s eye!

They have a light texture, which is somewhat slimy and not unlike what I’d expect the experience of eating an eye to be like. They are incredibly sticky, which you might not expect. IYU tells me you have to watch out for worms inside, but I didn’t find any (thank goodness). I also think someone should make jewelry out of the pits and sell it on Etsy!

Not long after, we went for a walk through the bamboo forest.

Saying hello!


From the little observation platform, you could see great views of Taipei and New Taipei City.

Look at that view. Unbeatable.

the road back down.

Soon it was time to leave. We drove back down, and I fell asleep again. This would end up being a pattern for the weekend. I’m not sure whether it was the heat, the fact that I could finally relax, or riding in the car that made my eyelids heavy, but I didn’t fight it. I drifted in and out of sleep as we made our way through Keelung, the northern tip of Taiwan, beyond Taipei.

beautiful sea.

I wanted to stop and walk along the craggy rocks, but remembered how tepidly warm the ocean had been in Wai Ao and didn’t think twice about being trapped in the car.

Back in Taipei, I woke up again to this sign outside the window of the car. Something tells me this isn’t what they meant to say.

I laughed heartily to myself.

IYU had to meet a friend, so G and J and I walked around the National Taiwan University Campus. Luckily it wasn’t dastardly hot, but I was dastardly tired.

A pool with art by Ju Ming!

Typical Hannah picture; roofs + sky

Everything was so beautiful, and the light was perfect for photography.


During the freshman orientation, there is an outdoor party along this tree lined boulevard.

It looked a bit stormy, but we didn’t encounter any rain. I soon admitted how tired I was, and we drove back home where I slept while G made dinner.

Foreboding? Apparently not.

I woke up and asked if I could help her cook. We made this:

A delicious spread.

Let me just tell you that dinners here are the best anywhere. There is something about eating with a family that puts restaurants to shame. They said they thought that I liked eating at home better than a restaurant, and I told them they were right!

two kinds of bamboo, okra, broccoli

Like I mentioned, I’m really liking bamboo. I have also rekindled my relationship with okra.

Some salty, peppery tofu skin thing.

boiled/sauteed mushrooms, loofa, and enoki mushrooms.

Loofa and the mushrooms here are both other veggies that I’ve discovered. Enoki mushrooms are long and skinny and have a very chewy texture that takes a bit of getting used to. We had an entire conversation about the fact that Loofa were dried and used to wash yourself in the US, which they thought was humourous. It tastes good!

The soup that would become my favourite. Tofu, Enoki, broccoli, shiritaki noodles, broath, ginger.

Dessert is always a good lookin’ plate of fruit.

apple, banana, kiwi, and a strawberry guava!

I’ll leave you here- because there is one more day (sunday) and more pictures! I want to be able to give you a break between my word heavy reflections on teaching posts. Tell me what you think!

Is there anything you’d like me to post about? I already know I need to find out about hobbies 🙂

Love, Hannah

A Taiwanese ‘Family’

Being away from home is tough, especially when you’re closest people are your family. Thank goodness for my Taiwanese family! The Dengs are the most wonderful home away from home in Taipei, just an hour away by bus. I  常常 go there (frequently, chang chang)

It’s a long story that I’ll attempt to make short. We know them from my great grandparents who taught at their university. They are family friends and we first met when I was 10, visiting to adopt Grace. Here are G and IY

Grandmother and Grandfather Taipei

The first time they visited me driving through Yilan. We met for dinner at the restaurant I’d visited first with Kevin in NYC and then with Aria and Mary Kate earlier in the month, Loving Hut. If you’re keen on good quality vegan food, I’d say check this place out, it’s got places all over the world, each run by an independent person so the food isn’t shipped in like many chains.

Allen and I

I got to know the grandsons a little, but their English wasn’t good enough that my poor Chinese couldn’t meet well enough. We still had a great time playing an hour of 5 person baseball before dinner, in Yilan Sports Park.


I brought some gifts for them, namely some nice magazines for the boys and some pot holders for the family. G read to the kids and they tried the Highlights word search while we waited for our food to arrive.


I ordered my favourite, mushroom hot pot, which I hadn’t had before here, but looked promising. I’ve discovered that hot pot is simply a favorite and I wasn’t disappointed with this one. Both the boys ordered this too.

G’s meal

I loved the different mushrooms in the hot pot, but wasn’t so keen on the glass noodles inside. I’m just not a noodle person I guess. They could have easily substituted more squash/pumpkin and other veggies for those. Maybe next time I’ll ask to have that done.

It was such a lovely time that we promised to see each other soon, this time with me going to Taipei. It wasn’t many weeks until I was seeing this:

My bed.

G had called me up and asked whether I wanted to participate in her choir that friday evening- did I EVER!

Everything was like I remember when I visited as a child.

My bedroom

The living room

While G prepared dinner, I plucked out notes of the choir songs on their piano.

I hear this song and immediately think Josh Groban.

ebony and ivory

I had to sneak a few pictures of her cooking.

look at her go!

They really do have a nice kitchen by Taiwan’s standards. Mostly made so by the Vitamix. I’m still in love.


She cooked soup, which I’ve started making for myself here. It’s so simple and so delicious. I usually have countless bowls.

I think this one is water, a bit of oil, bamboo, and dried mushrooms?

Our tin openers used as….magnets? Not sure….

Dinner night one: egg and scallion pancake, some sort of tofu thing, sauces, eggplant, bamboo, and broccoli.

I can’t get enough of this food.

mi fan.

Except the rice. So kill me. I don’t like rice.

Yellow Kiwi, Red Dragonfruit, and Mango

Always fresh fruit plates for dessert.


I’ll be going here often, methinks.

That’s as far as I’ll get for now. Next post will be all about Saturday, the first. Pictures of breakfast on the mountain, walking around, etc.

Love, Hannah