(A side note about the above picture)
Apparently, if you’re a thorough-bred Western Caucasian American, you qualify as a borderline B-List celebrity in Taiwan.
J and I found this out when two perky Taiwanese co-eds bashfully ran up to us after this picture and asked for what we thought was for us to take a picture of them. Together. Sans J and I.
However, upon further giddy jumping up and down and shrill giggling (on their part, not ours), we soon realized they wanted a picture with us. So, each girl took her turn in the spotlight, basking in her big moment standing in between us, boasting peace-signs and big smiles. (Again, on their part, not ours. Mine was a look more of alarmed yet flattered perplexity, and less of a grin.) Then the girls squealed, waved goodbye and bounced off back down the road, comparing their prized photographs with one another as they went.
Obviously, we are well on our way to international superstardom now. Remember our names- you’ll read about us someday (though you might have to be fluent in Chinese to recognize it).