Day 2 Taipei

On our ride to Fulong Beach, I observed the tall buildings that many Taiwanese live in. Most look older and partially run down. I can only imagine that they have very limited space, a small amount of windows, and some have small balconies that are barred off completely. It is obvious that these people are not materialistic. Everyone line dries their clothes, so you see hangers from every possible place. Plants are everywhere too, they must enjoy decorating their porches.
Little huts are on the sides of some moutains...they look like miniature traditional Chinese buildings. I later come to find that this is where they bury people. So each one is like a gravestone or monument.
I really enjoy being the minority (for once).
Some children laugh at us because they are not used to seeing Americans. They are so cute! Asian kids are maybe even cuter than American kids.
At this point I've only got one phrase down pat, "Shea-Shea" which is thank you. However, it seems every time we attempt Chinese, they always try to respond in English.
Fulong beach is practically paradise on earth. A beach with imported sand, mountain ranges surrounding you, salty water from the Pacific Ocean, and sand bars that create pretty water illlusions. This is one the the most beautiful scenes...as I sit on a grass mat on top the sand I take in the feeling of the environment around me, appreciating life and its blessings.
I have heard Americans claim that some foreigners look 'the same' especially asians. THIS IS NOT TRUE. They are all very different with different traits and characteristics. I think the difference is that we are used to being around other Americans day after day, but when you pass by hundreds of thousands of asians, you begin to recognize.