Edited to Add: Day Three pictures, bitchez!
So. Today. Bro knocked at the door this morning to ask if I wanted to go with him and my niece to grab a bun. I’m always up for some bun-grabbin’, so I said yes. Hey, he knocked and asked if I wanted to go. That’s a big change for him. Anyway, we went to Yamazaki Bakery to grab a bun or two. They make their pastries fresh every day, and they are amazing. My bro had a triple-cheese bread thing. My niece had a mini tangerine Danish and…oh yeah! Maple sugar French toast (thick-ass slice). Me? I had a Dutch melon bread bun. I have no idea where the name comes from, but the bun is light and fluffy and to. die. for. As you know, my family is very food-oriented, so that’s why I tend to describe the food I eat wherever we go. My bro is uploading the pics to FB as I type this, so I will have pictures shortly.
So, everyone enjoyed breakfast. We strolled back to the hotel, and I went into my room so I could get online. I could hear my mom as she passed my door–oh, she called me at eight-thirty this morning to tell me the schedule, waking me up in the process. My sleep has been for shit since I’ve gotten here, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary for me.
Anyhoo, my mom walked past my door to go to my bro’s room. I heard another voice–it was my father. I didn’t expect him to be with my mother this morning, so I tensed up immediately. Soon, we were on our way. There was a minor skirmish because my parents insisted my bro and I go back to get our umbrellas. “It could rain, and we have to walk!” They gasped in dismay. Ok, not really, but they were pretty adamant about it. We decided to get our umbrellas rather than waste more time arguing about it. Needless to say, the umbrella rode along in my purse all day long. Oh, and I will never listen to my parents tell me that it’s gonna be cold–ever. We were going up north, and it was a bit nippy in Taipei. They said it could get really cold. I put on my black gortex-like longjohns under my heavier black pants. On top, I had on a long-sleeved t–shirt under a long-sleevedshirt, and I brought a fleece jacket with me. The fleece was the first to go. Halfway through the day, I took off the top shirt. If I had had on a regular t-shirt under the long-sleeved one, I would have taken off the long-sleeved t-shirt as well.
In my imaginary world, I would bathe in a vat of dark, luscious chocolate on a daily basis. I would luxuriate in the satiny feel of it cascasding down my body. I would have a small cup next to the vat so I could periodically sip at the warm, creamy concoction.