Food is coming to me. I don’t have to look for it. Noodles at Taipei airport (best bowl I’ve had), indian curry on the plane and pineapple fried rice in Hong Kong. International cuisine across the globe. And I’m eating everything. Can’t believe how hungry I am.
Mostly I’m noticing, the space, the pace and the quiet. Never thought of airports as low key. (Though once I got to Hong Kong, no one honors the “stand to the right rule” on escalators). In Taiwan I was feeling how little personal space there was. I asked my one-on-one teacher about that. She said that she understood the question – but that personal space was a “foreigner’s” idea. For her, personal space was something inside and there’s plenty of it. I'll miss those conversations.
Off to San Fran. (wonder what they are serving on the flight)
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