A Taroko Christmas

As you have seen, Christmas has been a unique experience for us here. We spent the week of Christmas teaching our kindergartners about the finer points of the holiday (A fat bearded guy that breaks into your house at night, flying animals, and cookies). On Christmas Eve we put on an event for the kids that was quite a bit more stressful than we were ready for. The main cause of the stress was the decision to have each class make a batch of Christmas cookies. Sounds awesome right?!

Well people in Taiwan don't bake. By "don't bake" I mean they don't own ovens. That's right, the kitchen for the kindergarten does not include an oven --or cookie sheets for that matter. All of this was known about to a certain extent, but the reality really hit home when we were sitting, huddled around a large toaster oven in the music room praying that our cookies would somehow cook evenly and not stick to the pans...pans that some of the teachers even lined with drawing paper...

Needless to say, my younger class had never even seen cookie dough before so the experience was extremely meaningful to them. So meaningful in fact that when I told them the cookies were broken due to sticking many of them (12 out of 18) started to cry. Yeah...merry Christmas. The catastrophe was averted however when I let them taste the crumbs of the destroyed cookies and those frowns were turned upside down.

So after a very long day (2 kindergarten Christmas events and an evening class) Katie and I were off on the scooter racing to catch an English candle light Christmas service at a local church. A long story short, we drove through Hsinchu managed to find the church but didn't manage to see any kind of service involving candles or English. We were a little bummed, but that is the way it goes here sometimes. Somethings go off without a hitch and other times you find yourself out in the cold in a part of town you have never seen before.

We got home a bit late but we were still SO excited for Christmas. We managed to get Christmas day and the day after off giving us a four-day weekend.

We woke up Christmas morning to some wonderful presents and a nice gourmet french toast breakfast. Thank you to everyone who sent us gifts...you have no idea how much they meant to us.

After a nice peaceful morning we packed our backpack and made our way toward the one of the most famous sites in all of Taiwan: Taroko Gorge.

We arrived Thursday night at our hotel and were so pleased with how kind the staff was and how non-boardlike the bed felt (our bed at home is like sleeping on an IKEA kitchen table).

The next day we hopped on a rented scooter and into the gorge. Lots has been written on the gorge, most things describe its unique geological blah, blah and simply how beautiful it is. All of that is true. I don't have much to say about it other than we stopped very often with our cameras out and our jaws dropping. It is something to see if you ever have the chance...here are a few pictures that don't really do the place justice.

Here is one of the more well-known sites: The Eternal Spring Shrine

And here is the two thousand foot cliff above it...

Here is a close up of the Shrine:
Here are a few of various cliffs throughout:
So I think the red flags mean, "Stay off the bridge!"
Probably because it is really...really...really high...oh yeah and old and rickety (No worries mom and dad...we had an engineer come to check the structural integrity of the bridge...)
(wait...I'm not an engineer...)
Anyway, at the end of the gorge was this small town with a shrine built into the mountainside.
Here is a nice picture that Katie took:
One of the finer notes on traversing through the gorge is the narrow roads and the ever-present Taiwanese tour bus. This is why we recommend taking a scooter rather than a car...just in case there is a huge tour bus charging through a very narrow tunnel and it manages to stop all the traffic coming from the other direction. Then, each car must try to maneuver around and by the bus--which can take a very, very long time. We just drove around and through all this.
Note the car trying to get by the bus...haha.

Building the road through the gorge was quite an engineering feat. It was really something driving over the bridges and through all the tunnels trying to imagine how long it must have taken and how much dynamite it took.
...and when the dust settles at the end of the day, all that's left is the exhaust in the air, the love in your heart, and a man with his scooter.