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”

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