I almost died twice.
today's post is supposed to be about something I am struggling with. but to be honest, I already posted about life as an intentionally unemployed expatriate and dealing with food allergies. I guess I could tell you how I maybe had a shellfish reaction today from trying new stuff at our sushi place, and was so freaked out on the drive home I almost tipped my scooter over?
but one benadryl and a relaxing afternoon later... I think what I'm struggling with is that I don't want to talk about struggles. I want to talk about adventures and victories and fun weekends in Taipei spent both bar-hopping and being a kid again. I want to talk about weird goat statues with yellow eyes, and green VW vans.
I want to talk about the awesome Mexican place our friends took us to. home made guacamole from fresh avocado, and corn and flour tortillas from scratch. plus they serve margaritas. [and don't serve mozzarella sticks or mashed potatoes, like some other "Mexican" places we've tried here] I want to talk about taxis and tri-lingual children and big dreams and bars with live music I don't understand, but like anyway.
but since I'm supposed to be talking about struggles... I am struggling with struggling because despite the fact I thought I might die twice in a span of twenty minutes, today was still a good day. so you get a mostly-off-topic post with some pictures from my weekend.
oh. and here's that goat: