Hidden doors, the mystery

I remember now why I dislike international flights: They are invariably long. And our flight today from LAX to Taipei brought back horrible memories of the first flight from my childhood that I remember: going from Narita to Los Angeles for the first time. Trauma, I tell you. Trauma.

But the condo where we are staying is cute—the doors have no knobs, so it's kind of like a game trying to figure out where everything is. Like looking for the stairs in the house from My Neighbor Totoro...

And, coming to Taipei confirms my Orientalism: People in Taiwan are better looking than people in Japan. They look exotic—and thus automatically more desirable. (I'm glad I don't actually mean that...)