Just a quick blog to let my avid and vast readership know that I am in Taiwan and have not died from the smell of stinky tofu (yet). We arrived on December 29th, and everything went relatively smoothly till Hazel started throwing up about 2 hours before our plane landed. Then I started puking. We were a sight to see in the airport--Hazel and me sitting on the floor in the middle of everything, her throwing up into a napkin, Mike single-handedly picking up all 6 of our bags from the baggage claim. Things have improved since then, thankfully, and I will soon post some pics of our little town, the fish ball museum, and hopefully the Demonic House, which sells shoes for $6. We have a place to live with more security precautions than the Pentagon. I feel like I'm in Get Smart every time I go up the elevator and use a card to get through several layers of security. The garbage truck comes here every day and alerts everyone to come throw their trash away by playing Fur Elise. I'm getting really sick of Fur Elise. The kids are doing remarkably well, although Holden misses his four wheeler.
More soon. I promise.