How many men does it take to pack a dumpling?

Six, apparently. I took this picture today at the restaurant where we ate lunch.

This morning we made a scratch into the eternity of cleaning this apartment needs. I spent two hours scrubbing the walls, which look like Jackie Chan and a cadre of Shaolin monks were practicing their gravity-defying fighting skills, there's all these nasty black track marks.

Then we took the bus to Taipei. It was raining so we mostly stayed in the below-ground shopping streets and department stores.

Now we're back at the Nankan pad. Nankan is the neighborhood we live in Taoyuan, which is a county about 30 minutes south of Taipei.

The wind is really whistling outside our 13th-story windows. There's supposed to be a typhoon coming tonight. James' mom, Tina, sent us down to the 7-11 on the ground floor to pick up beer and eggs for the occasion. Beer for tonight. Eggs just in case we can't get out tomorrow morning.

Now Tina is on the phone talking to her friends about getting James and I jobs at a school called Giraffe. This is awesome because I would love to have a job at a place called Giraffe. It's also awesome because I'm out of college and out of country and this would be the least amount of work I've ever had to do to secure employment. HACHA!