lunch in luodong: 藝境空間 X 虎咖啡 “how a cafe taught me to love a broken thing”

When I first stumpled upon 藝境空間 X 虎咖啡, I thought it was an art studio of some sort…

And since I am a huge clutz in Taiwan (almost got hit by a scooter, always stumple riding my bike, and tripped on a rock the other day), I was a tad afraid to approach such a beautiful building…

Stumbling in Taiwan seems to be my calling: I stumble over my words and my own feet as a traverse this town. Continue reading lunch in luodong: 藝境空間 X 虎咖啡 “how a cafe taught me to love a broken thing”

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The Intern Diaries: A little lonely in Luodong; learning to be confident alone in a foriegin land

I don’t like the word lonely.

When I was in high school, no one really talked to me, and I didn’t really try to talk to anyone — when I did I often failed to make the connection, and feeling disappointed and depressed, I would withdraw into my books — a little bit like Sophie in her gray dress wandering the streets, hiding her face, and hoping not to be seen. Continue reading The Intern Diaries: A little lonely in Luodong; learning to be confident alone in a foriegin land

The Intern Diaries: 端午節快樂 & kindness wrapped in bamboo leaves

I have been wanting to eat zong zi or [粽子] every since I heard that Taiwan is in the midst of celebrating 端午節 or [The Dragon Boat Festival].

I absolutely love zong zi.

But I’ve recently been a little too nervous to walk up to one of the many street vendors selling the zong zi. I’m not entirely sure why.

So, after talking online with one of my Taiwanese friends and hearing some encouraging words from here, I was determined to brave the unknown and come home with some hot zong zi to stuff my face with.

When — all of a sudden I got a phone call. Continue reading The Intern Diaries: 端午節快樂 & kindness wrapped in bamboo leaves

I dream of coffee 『Louisa Coffee 就是我的咖啡夢想』

I am a coffee addict…

In the movies, where there’s that scene when the protagonist — guy, girl — doesn’t really matter, pours themselves a cup of hot coffee and curls up in a window seat, pajama clad and notebook in hand. That’s the feeling that coffee gives me — security, comfort, romance, nostalgia… Continue reading I dream of coffee 『Louisa Coffee 就是我的咖啡夢想』