Day 6: Most of the day is quiet until we head to dinner at our favorite Thai restaurant with Mike's Chinese teacher and the Andersons. The kids find another cement slide, we eat the most delish Thai food on earth, and then I discover Ice Monster, a place that makes and sells "bings." Bings are these shaved ice concoctions that are way better than any freakin' snow cone at the snow cone stand. The most famous flavor is the mango. It consists of a pile of shaved ice, with chunks of fresh mango and mango sorbet on top. DEE-LISH. Why do I always find the best places and food right as I am leaving a place?
What's left of my mango bing is sitting in the middle of the table. I'm telling you, it is the best thing in the world.
Day 5: I drop off the kids at the Andersons (thank you again, Jenny), I pick up the coveted vacuum (yet again, thanks Jenny), and push it in the stroller back to my house. I spend the next two hours vacuuming my tile floors, and it feels good to be clean again. At night we head to the Shilin night market so Mike can get his late birthday present (a hand-made leather belt), and so Hazel can get some shooting practice in. We eat fresh fruit, and spend a long time chatting with the belt people, who end up making Holden two belts, and giving me a free one. Night markets are the number one thing I love about Taiwan. They have something fun for everyone in my family: games for the kids, weird food for Mike to try, and shopping up the wazoo for me. We return home completely exhausted and put the kids to bed past 10:00.
Hazel learning to shoot. Yikes.
Holden really bonded with the belt people, and even Hazel called this man "my guy" and missed him when we left.
Day 4: I pay for the late night craziness with really grumpy kids. Mike comes home and we go try to find him some new glasses--only they don't differentiate between men's and women's frames here, so it takes twice as long and is really frustrating. ("Those look nice--no, wait, they have tiny hearts on the sides....") I get to go to "ladies night" and make a bracelet and earrings. I am the only one at "ladies night" who breaks her bracelet, and then when I finally get it fixed, my wrist is too fat for it. While I'm gone Mike plays "farm" with the kids in the playground, and takes funny pictures of Holden and Hazel.
Sorry about the blurriness.
Day 3: Mike leaves at 6:00 am for a silly field trip for his school. He gets to ride on a special tour bus!
I learn the secret to really awesome fried rice at the fried rice store, and I drop the kids off--yet again!--at the Andersons so I can travel an hour by subway, foot, and taxi just to see my doctor for 25 minutes (I came up with another two reasons why I don't like him: his hands are abnormally large, and his fingernails are long....oh, AND even when he isn't wearing tight turtlenecks, he still wears tight shirts, so tight that there is gaping between buttons, and you can see his belly through and he has really long black hairs on his belly. I'm just saying it's kind of gross and weird.) I come home to find presents from Mike and hungry kids, so we call McDonalds and THEY DELIVER OUR FOOD TO OUR DOOR. Isn't that a nice little perk? Apparently they also normally set it out on the table for you, but we decline to have them do that. It feels too fancy for chicken nuggets. Sadly, they get our order completely wrong, but food is food.
Just a few more days before we are back in "Ootah." It sounds strange, but I sort of feel sad. I actually almost cried when I said goodbye to my hated OBGYN. What is wrong with me?????