Recently we experienced a rare stretch of sunny weather. A neighbor invited us to take advantage of the sun by going on a hike in the mountains near our home. We loaded up the mini-van and took off get a tan and enjoy the views….
For Noah’s birthday and Chinese New Year we ventured downtown to Di Hua Street. Each year before Chinese New Year this little market pulls out all the stops and becomes the craziest market in Taipei. I think we caught it on a slow day.
The other morning we heard some funky Chinese music. It early on a Saturday morning and it was raining. Erin and I quickly got out of bed, dressed and ran into the rain to find the source of the fun. This is what we found.
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So far life in the foreign service is very similar to life back in the U.S.. We do all the same things we used to do. Only now each task or event is more… complicated. We’ve done quiet a few things recently that, on the surface, seem routine but doing them is new and challenging.
Take getting the kids to school. The three youngest kids have to be at the neighborhood bus stop by 7:00 a.m. to catch the bus. Their bus is a huge tour bus that barely fits down our streets. Before our family moved in, the school used a small bus just bigger than your standard 15 passenger van. We forced them to bring in the heavy transport. Our oldest gets up even earlier to catch the public bus. She ventures out while it’s still dark with a neighbor friend to ride public transportation in a city of nearly 8 million people. She tells me it is perfectly safe and the bus is full of old people heading to the park to do Tai Chi but I still worry. Luckily she only has to change buses one time on the way to school.
If we drive to school, as parents often do, we have two choices. Route A takes us on a two lane highway down the front of the mountain. Then we have to double back through busy city streets to the school grounds. It takes about 45 minutes during the day. Or, more often, we take route B. This route takes half the time but the road goes off the backside of the mountain on a one and half lane road with switchbacks and, my favorite, The Choke Point. The Choke Point is a stretch of road about 200 meters long that should only fits one car. It just so happens it’s also the steepest part of the road. Two cars can pass each other but it’s a very slow and stressful event. Our brakes will need much more frequent service I can tell already.
Driving in general is an adventure in Taiwan. By and large the driving here is familiar. You drive on the right side of the road and follow most of the same rules you are used to. But picture trying to drive where you can’t read any of the signs. A lot of the signs do have English translations but it seems like all of the important stuff is left out.
Filling up with gas is an adventure as well. Here you do not fill up your own gas. An attendant does it for you. This requires you to speak to the attendant. This requires you to speak Chinese. As soon as the Chinese starts the adventure begins.
Something as basic as eating is more challenging. I can’t identify half the food I’ve eaten here. I rarely venture out on my own for lunch at work. No one one at the restaurants speak enough English to keep me from eating duck entrails, which I hear are quite tasty. Dumplings are really popular here and they are cheap. Chinese dumplings are like big boiled ravioli except with more interesting and mysterious filling. Most of the time the dumplings taste fine but every once in a while you bite into something that makes you question the cook’s intentions. There are terrorists out there you know.
Even Date Night can be different. One Friday night we went out with some neighbors. For dinner we went to the very American restaurant, Chili’s. I’ve never really been much of Chili’s fan, but the ribs tasted really good after weeks of noodles and dumplings. After dinner our new friends suggested we get a foot massage rather than see a movie. I had read about foot massages in Taiwan and learned it is a big part of the local culture. You can find massage spas all over the city. Erin was immediately excited but I was more apprehensive since I had read up on the subject. You see foot massages in Taiwan are viewed as an important part in maintaining good health. The Taiwanese do not get a massage because “it feels good.” It’s more like shoving broccoli down your throat; you do it because it’s good for you. The masseuse/torturer grinds, slaps, squeezes, punches and pushes way, way too hard on all parts of your feet. Even your delicate little toes are not safe. We paid for a 40 minute massage and I’ve got to say it was the longest 40 minutes of my life. My masseuse was this cute little Chinese lady from the mainland who I out-weighed by at least 120 lbs., but she was killing me! My friend told her several times to go easy on me, but either his Chinese isn’t that good or he told her to squeeze harder and lied to me. I was wiggling around in my chair like a fish I was in so much pain. My masseuse just laughed at me and kept telling me to relax. Relax? You have got to me kidding me. I stuck it out because if you are in Rome you do as the Romans, so if you are in Taiwan you pay someone to torture you.
This video can give you a taste: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-x_YS6sfpE&feature=related
Yes, today I was the object of a classic Point and Laugh. Our children attend the Taipei American School. TAS is considered one of the most prestigious international schools in the world. Ironically, over 90% of the 2000 or so students at TAS are Taiwanese. The Taiwanese, like most Asians, place a heavy emphasis on schooling. Most Asian kids go to school around 12 hours a day and then go home and study for 3 more hours. You think I’m exaggerating; I’m not. As a result, most of the poor American kids are in Resource. I’ve been told that the only classes that American kids tend to dominate are American History (the Taiwanese don’t really give a crud) and drama (not used the applause and the whole concept of drawing attention to oneself). Even my straight A child pretty much bombed the placement exams. You can imagine how well my non-straight A kids did.
I have to take one second and brag about the elementary school playground at TAS. It has a climbing wall, a butterfly garden, two waterfalls, a really cool spiderweb climbing thingy (Elizabeth’s favorite feature) and a beautiful Buddhist temple next it with singing monks. I’m told the temple occasionally shoots off fireworks in the middle of the day for no apparent reason.
Back to the Point and Laugh. So today I was at one of the countless new parent orientations that I’ve attended this week. At one point, the presenter asked the parents of high school students to stand. Up I went. Then the presenter asked the parents of middle school students to stand. Up I went again. Polite laughter in the background. Finally, the presenter asked for the parents of elementary students to stand. Up I went a third time followed by a roaring Point and Laugh. I didn’t volunteer the fact that I have two in elementary.
Afterward, a Taiwanese mother came up and asked if I was Mormon. Yep.
Our first major holiday in Taipei has come and gone. We weren’t sure it would actually come, but grateful it did. Our air shipment miraculously arrived on December 23rd, just in time to put up the tree, a few decorations and wrap the presents that Santa (using the magic that only Santa can use) added to our shipment. Luckily I didn’t have to give the speech that I had prepared for Elizabeth explaining that sometimes Santa doesn’t make it as far as Taiwan until a week after U.S. Christmas. Huge sigh of relief.
We spent the evening of Christmas Eve with our cool new neighbors LeeAnn and George. They invited us and a few other people from our church ward to a lovely American turkey dinner. The food was delicious, the company was pleasant but the best part of the evening was spending it with the missionaries that are serving in our ward. The two elders were trying their best to be positive but were obviously missing home. My heart went out to them. I was in their position twenty years ago and I felt their pain. They were adorable! I’m grateful that my children will have more contact with missionaries than they had in Utah.
Christmas day was spent much like every other Christmas: opening presents, wrapping paper everywhere, mass chaos. But in the late morning we got on Skype with the Hale family and felt like we were in Jason’s brother’s livingroom as they reenacted the Nativity. We sang carols together and knelt together for family prayer. The miracle of technology is such a blessing!
We also had a scaled-down version of our traditional Italian Christmas dinner. I was shocked at the number of Italian items I was able to find around town. I even found Pandoro. Our taste buds thanked us.
Christmas over, Sunday morning as we were getting ready for church, I got a call from a gentleman in our ward, telling me he was ill and asking if I would teach the gospel doctrine sunday school class for him. Gulp! He must have known I’m a sucker and can’t say no to anything church related. About seven years ago I was the gospel doctrine teacher in our ward and I would spend about 15 hours a week preparing my lessons. I had 1/2 hour to read through the lesson before we had to leave. To add to my grief, this was only our second week in this ward and the temple president and former mission president are in the class. Gulp! Gulp! I said a quick prayer and winged it. I somehow muddled through it, unbloodied and hoping I never have to do that again. Ever.
This morning, I went for a walk in our new neighborhood. I had no idea where I was going, I just let the wind take me where it wanted. I ended up quite a ways higher up Yangmingshan mountain from our home. I found a lookout point with a spectacular view of Taipei. I could see all the way to the ocean. It was breathtaking and awesome! I felt like I needed to pinch myself to make sure it was real. As I looked out over this spectacular city I couldn’t believe that I actually get to live here. I honestly feel like the most blessed person on the planet. I’m loving this new life and I especially love that I get to share it with my favorite people.