Grossing Out Emily (Part 2) GO TO PAGE 2 OF 8 BACK TO DATE PAGE
I couldn't wait to get back to Qingdao to share this with my niece Emily.

I can just hear her saying: "You make all that stuff up, Uncle Tom."

I don't have any pictures from Thursday lunch, when I had my first-ever eel (think "river snake"), but I do have pictures from Thursday dinner.
We were visiting Taiwan, and a contact took us to a sidewalk restaurant that was lively with locals.  I got excited when the table settings were all different. Written menus don't usually exist in this type of restaurant.  David and our contact went inside to decide what to order from the fresh ingredients that were on display.
So why did I feel something special in the air?  It wasn't only the beer barrel in the picture above or only the lively drinking-game version of scissors-paper-rock that was going on at the table next to us.  But when I saw this whacky panda poster on the wall above our table, I didn't care that I couldn't translate it--I belonged here.
GO TO PAGE 2 OF 8 BACK TO DATE PAGE