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| PURE Taipei Through My Lens-Day 3.5: Typhoon, What Typhoon? |
We’ve weathered some sexy storms throughout our marriage, starting on our honeymoon in Puerta Vallarta, Paris on our 5th anniversary and in Ubud, Bali on our 15th. But, a typhoon? That’s new territory for us. What is proper typhoon protocol? The city continued to bustle and the scooters were still out in full-force performing their death defying acts only now the drivers did so wearing plastic ponchos. So, we did what any clueless American couple would do…
We dressed for dinner.
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| Clockwise from top left: Japanese style braised vegetables with vinegar miso sauce, grilled bamboo shoots with salt De Guerande, cold noodles with vegetables and spicy sesame sauce and an artful plate of hors d’oeuvres including yam noodles/water bamboo/water chestnut/ mushroom with mustard sauce/tomato with plum sauce |
Our Taiwanese friends arranged a special anniversary dinner for us at Ahzhen’s Kitchen on AnHe Road in the Daan district. They specified a plant-based meal that consisted of several courses. When we arrived the menu was printed (in Chinese and English, thankfully) and was waiting for us at our table. The courses kept coming, the rain kept falling and the champagne was flowing!
Typhoon, what typhoon? Until…
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| Apres meal cafe for Steve, a perfectly timed “Happy Anniversary!” call from our kids, the owner/chef walked us to our cab AND waited to wave us “good-bye”, a soggy walk to our hotel. |
The storm REALLY hit from 2-4 AM and, just for reference…
Typhoons are NOT sexy!
Let’s just say that ignorance is bliss. What we experienced at dinner was simply the prelude to Mother Nature’s crescendo (see map above). We were still in the orangeish yellow at dinner, not the RED…not yet anyway.
Note to self: read weather maps more throughly in future.
Steve slept like a baby, while I sat WIDE-EYED not breathing. The windows shook, the rain pounded fiercely, the wind not only howled it SHRIEKED. Convinced that any second our room was going to implode, I jumped up to shut the curtains because, in my champagne-clouded middle-of-the-night reasoning, those thin sheers were going to save us from an explosion of glass shards and projectlile mopeds.
We survived.
Literally and figuratively, we survived last night and the tumultuous last couple of years…
TOGETHER.
Veg abcs
Well written Margaux. Artsy photos and lyrics of your anniversary and life with Steve. It will be a night to remember. Keeping you in my prayers.
UrbanChiqueNess
Paints a very vivid picture..love when you write about life! My parents honeymoon was during Hurricane Betsy in Miami and the walls did implode but not only did they survive they have been together for nearly 45 years! Love your pics…glad you figured out the photo collages!
P.S. Love your outfit…need more deets.
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