Taiwan

I've been back for a couple days now, but it seems like I never left. (By back, I mean Taipei, by left, I mean Advent.) We've been meeting up with Advent people almost daily ever since coming back. I think leaving on Sunday is going to be really tough. It seems that the only place we're able to meet together is Taiwan. I hate the feeling good-byes bring.

It's been an epic three weeks. This blog is really not going to be able to bring it justice. I'll write more in depth about Taiwan when I return to America, but this is just going to be dedicated to the last week or so.

After the mission trip, Pastor Chang took us to Green Island as a treat for enduring three weeks of torture/teaching savage children. It. Was. Awesome. The island was pretty, the water was blue, blah blah. MOTORCYCLES! Two people to a motorcycle, cruising all the way around the island while screaming "WHEEEEEE!" the whole time. Beautiful.

Oh! And I had my very first vehicular accident. (: Our motorcycle surrendered to the force of gravity on an uphill climb, so Josiah and I found ourselves lying on the pavement and still a little confused a week later. Luckily, I had changed motorcycles with Amy before taking off. If it had been her in the fall, I would have been pissed. (Maybe even worried a little...) Amy would have been traumatized for life but seeing as it is me, let's just say that when I got up my first thought was "hehe. cool.". Through this small tumble, which could really have been a lot worse, I learned that Amy loves me. (:

We went snorkeling too, but the power ranger experience is still a little too traumatizing for me to elaborate. The boys had tremendous fun crotching or "aruba"ing each other with their life jackets while I spent the entire trip getting water out of my nose. Freaking Daniel spit water in my face. D: (With his snorkel. But still, it's the principle of the thing.) Ray kept on grabbing my foot. Andrew molested me. (Nick my ass.)

In Taipei, we've been hitting the nightmarket almost nightly. Screw it, let's be honest, nightly. By the end, it seems that all nightmarkets are the same. I've lost interest in the nightmarket. I'm quickly losing interest in Taiwan. On the other hand, I haven't lost interest in Advent. I look forward to returning next year. And I'm devastated that we have to wait another year to see each other again.

That's the worst part. Waiting.