This is John getting revenge on me for trying to take photos of him while he was unprepared. But instead, he had me standing at different places and stuff. I wonder what happened to the one where he says I look like a ghost?
Lots of people there, though. Probably because of Valentine's Day. John says that usually, though, it's quiet, so it's a great place to go stargazing. I'm totally doing that when I go back.
There was actually another picture where John didn't look so good. Unfortunately, even though I tried valiantly to keep my camera away from him and purposely not tell him how to delete the thing once he finally stole it, it disappeared.
This is the outside of our house on Tongshan (i.e. Copper Mountain) street. This is, by the way, where my mother and all of her sisters were raised, though it doesn't look much like it anymore. For one thing, the chicken yard's gone.
Beef noodles. Everywhere in Taiwan. EVERYWHERE. Mom, actually, makes her own in Ann Arbor, and they're really good. That is, when it doesn't taste like she's dumped a jar of chili paste in the broth. But usually, that's not the case.
Hsiao long tang bao: you can dump these in soup and eat them, or you can suck out the excess juice in these babies and let the whole thing melt deliciously in your mouth.
Hsiao long tang bao: you can dump these in soup and eat them, or you can suck out the excess juice in these babies and let the whole thing melt deliciously in your mouth.
Yongkang Street, tourist spot, and if you turn the corner, there's Din Tai Fung, the tourist trap dumpling joint that's waaaay too overpriced for the locals. The sign here is the one we went to; better prices, same quality food.
Of course, that's because the info he gave me has no address on it. And he doesn't know. But. Here's us seriously talking about something else, more specifically, him carefully explaining why he said "French girls are the DEVIL."