Heading Home

My driver failed to arrive at 6:30am, as arranged, so I was relieved when the hotel staff put me in a taxi for a fast ride to the airport. Making up a bit for the shopping deficit, I spent too much for a jade macrame bracelet at a shop in the departure terminal. Before I left, a friend caught up with me for a hug and photo. And then it was time for the long trip home: 27 hours across 14 time zones. I started exhausted, which did not bode well for jet lag. It was a wonderful experience, but I was already dreading my performance upon returning to work (the following day).

Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. Stay tuned for my upcoming visit to Korea. A few random observations about Taiwan: Taxi drivers played classical music. Crosswalk signs provided both a countdown and an image of a walking figure. The lower the number became--in other words, they less time you had to cross--the faster the little figure walked and then ran. Hightech abounded!(See the photo of the control panel for the lights in my hotel room.)