Monday,
July 9, 2012
I have a stuffy nose and red eyes
because we just said goodbye to Maggie and all the others who could make it to
see us off at the train station and I cried. I hadn’t cried before… I’ve come
close but always held it in. But today it was the right time.
Our time in Hualien is over now…
but it was amazing. When we first got to Hualien on Friday, we attended a
Rotary meeting right away, and were given a very warm welcome. They asked Dad
to say a few words, and despite his stage fright, he didn’t hesitate to agree.
His thank you for hosting me and taking care of me was heartfelt and beautiful.
The emotion was raw and plain to see, and though many of the Rotarians could
not understand his words, they clearly understood his message. It was a
beautiful moment, but only one of many.
Maggie and I have a tradition:
after each Rotary meeting, we go out and get 豆花. This
time, we were joined by Celia, who had never had 豆花
before. She enjoyed it, and I enjoyed the quiet time spent with 2 of the people
I love most.
Celia and I have many, many
things in common. Just one of these is a love for mochi, which we each got to
indulge on Friday afternoon thanks to the hospitality of our club member Mochi.
He treated my entire family to as much mochi as we could eat, and then all that
we could carry! We gorged and chatted, and almost before I knew it, it was time
for us to go. We said our goodbyes and thanked Mochi, then went with Maggie to
another of my favorite places to go with her: Qisingtang. This stony beach was
one of her favorite places as she grew up, and was my favorite place to play in
the waves, then walk and chat with her. As my family skipped stones, frolicked
in the waves, and picked pretty pebbles to take home (or, in Lance’s case,
practiced his martial arts on the beach), I felt a deep sense of peace and contentment.
Soon, it was time to go to dinner.
Mochi and Maggie drove us to the restaurant, where we were joined by a variety
of people. Maggie, Mr. Lee, and Nicole [Mama, Baba #1, and younger sister];
Lunch [Baba #2]; and Apple and Sand [Mama and Baba #3] were all there. Further,
we were joined by: TV [my counselor] and his wife; Stone [a Rotarian with very
good English and a pleasant disposition] and his wife; Attorney [the YEP representative
in our club] and his wife [one of the most fun women I have ever met]; and
Plant [the club VP]. I gave a small gift from New Mexico to each of them, and
received quite a few gifts in return, including a Dior perfume. Once the dinner
was concluded, the fun was not over. We went to Mitsubishi’s souvenir shop,
where we made a couple of purchases, and then to the stone market. I got the
jewelry set I’ve had my eye on for quite some time: matching jade earrings and
necklace. The earrings are shaped like 8’s, and the necklace is the same but
with 3 loops. This is because the number 8 is lucky in Taiwanese culture, and
the ‘double 8’ of my necklace is, thus, doubly lucky. The store had a fixed
price policy, but thanks to TV being friends with the proprietor and my
haggling, I got them at a 600 NT discount. This still cleaned me out moneywise,
but I was quite happy.
Saturday dawned bright and early,
and saw us all at the Hualien train station at 7:50 AM. We quickly bought our
bus tickets, then got onto the bus that would take us to our destination:
Taroko National Park. We skipped the Visitor Center and started the day with a
short walk along Shakadang trail, which was a first for me (I’ve been to the
park 5 times before, but never gotten to do that walk). We spotted spiders and
caterpillars, but none of the ‘killer bees’ or ‘poisonous wasps’ the signs in
the area warned us of. A short bus ride took us to Buluowan, where we had a
short nap in the theater [the film was in Chinese, the air conditioner was
heavenly, and the seats were super comfortable; how could we not succumb!?] and
then an early lunch. One more bus ride took us to Swallow Grotto, where we
walked and admired the formations. At this point, we decided to return to
Hualien, where we took a taxi to the B&B. I tried to help Mom get rid of a
calf cramp, but couldn’t figure it out and was thus not very helpful. She
shooed me away to pack, so I gathered my boxes and excess things and packed as
much into said boxes as I could. Then we piled into another taxi, which took us
to the only open Post Office to ship my stuff home. This process took far
longer than I thought it should have: we had to fill out the forms, then we
discovered that they would not take the card, only cash. We tried the ATMs in
the building, but none allowed us to withdraw money. We ended up exchanging
money, which took a good time longer. We ended up being there nearly an hour,
even past closing time, just to send those two boxes. Finally, we finished and
headed over to Starbucks, where the rest of the family and Gabriela were
waiting for us. We walked around the downtown clothing market. Dad found 3
shirts to give to other people, but none of my family members got shirts for themselves.
[I already have a Taiwan shirt, but the goal is for each of us to have one.] After
Gabi left, we indulged in a pineapple shaved ice treat, which helped us to deal
with the crippling heat before continuing to shop. Celia found a nice sundress;
I found one too, but since I had no money I had to pass on it. However, I did
still have some coins… so when we went to the bookstore/office supplies store
in the area, I was able to buy 4 pens and a little notebook, which I intend to
use to continue practicing my Chinese in the US.
With our shopping completed for
the day, we took another taxi, this time to Zoe’s family restaurant. They
treated us to yet another banquet-style dinner, which was absolutely delicious.
When we had eaten our fill, we sat around the table with Zoe, her parents, and
occasionally her brothers (2nd and 5th grade boys who tend
to bicker but are very sweet when they want to be) and drank tea and chatted for
over an hour. We also encountered an English teacher from my school with his
wife and 3-month-old daughter (named April, for the month in which she was born),
as well as Flower, another of my lovely classmates. He is quiet but we get
along very well, so it was a very pleasant evening.
Yesterday was a bit slower than
much of our trip has been. We got to sleep in a bit, enjoying our breakfast at
8 o’clock. We got to laze about a bit, until around 10, when Maggie and Mr. Lee
showed up to take us out traveling. Originally, we had planned to go to
Shitiping, a beach far away (yet still in Hualien County) but due to several
factors (primarily our dismay at traveling so far) we ended up traveling around
Hualien City instead. Our first stop was at the Tzu Chi Foundation. We had our
tour of the auditorium, which Maggie and Mr. Lee had not known was possible –
so it was a first for everyone but me. I did get to see new things, though, as
our tour guide (a man originally from Kaohsiung who studied in the US for a
long time) took us to see a few rooms I had not visited before. Our tour ended
up taking until nearly noon, so we stayed with the guide for the [vegetarian]
lunch. Our next stop was a Japanese temple, preserved from the colonial time.
However, the heat pushed us to, once more, indulge in ice. This time, we went
to the Ji An Food Company. I had a nice passionfruit ice cream, and Dad had
bamboo coffee ice cream [it tasted of coffee, but was gray]. Celia and Lance
had lemon popsicles, and Mom’s was passionfruit. Maggie and Mr. Lee also had
lemon ‘ice-lollies.’ Finally at a comfortable temperature, we were reluctant to
return to the heat, so we took Maggie’s suggestion and went to the department
store FE21 for a while. Mom bought some nesting pots for me, then we went
downstairs to A. Mart to buy supplies for our evening BBQ. That done, we
returned to Sand’s house / our B&B to rest for a while. At 6 we headed out
again, but this time to the Aboriginal Dance performance being held about 10
minutes away. We declined all offers of food, since we’d be eating at the
barbecue anyway, and just enjoyed the dancing. The first group to dance was
Amis students from Si Wei Senior High School in Hualien. Then there was a group
of much younger students, from an elementary school. Their costumes featured
turquoise and black as the primary colors, and I was rather enthralled with
their performance, miming the life of a millet farming family. I do not know
which tribe they were. We were not able to see the rest of the performances,
because we had to return to the B&B for the BBQ. Everyone was already
there, waiting for us, which was slightly embarrassing for me. I was so happy
to see them, though, that it didn’t really matter. Zoe’s family was all there,
though she couldn’t be because of a church camp; her parents took over the
food, tending the barbecue and distributing the rice noodles they had prepared
in advance. John, Jack, Allen, and Stitch (so named because she loves Stitch
from Disney’s Lilo and Stitch) all attended as well. We had a lovely time; at
one point, we played limbo. Celia impressed everyone, as she tends to do. I was
also very impressed by Sand’s niece, who speaks English very well (she’s in her
senior year at the language college in Kaohsiung) and was ridiculously good at
Limbo. Sand and a few other Rotarians also joined us around 9:30, after they
returned from their trip to Yilan. I received a gift from each person, which
was surprising and touching. Eventually I dragged myself up the stairs, where I
began the slow process of packing.
Thus, the morning began far too
early: at 6:15. Even without having to shower or pack much, I still needed all
the time up until breakfast (at 7) to get organized. We had a nice breakfast, and
Willy (he’s 10) even set the alarm so he could say goodbye to me. Then we piled
our things into my fathers’ (Mr. Lee and Sand’s) cars and I bid Apple farewell;
she was fighting back tears when we left. At the train station, Maggie
surprised me with a last-minute gift: a jade bracelet. We each started crying,
and then had to do the pictures in front of the train station with tears on our
cheeks. I couldn’t stop crying, and am fighting back tears even now, hours
later, as I write this. Maggie is one of the most fundamentally good people I have ever had the pleasure
of knowing. 媽媽, 我愛妳.
