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More Pics...Cause Aren't They Worth a Thousand Words?

There's a lot of things I'd love to write but my energy is focussed right now on new books and new classes. I'm actually enjoying thinking of extra things for them to do, outside the workbooks, coming up with materials to further enhance their learning experience.

Hmm, maybe I am getting a hang of this teaching thing.

I am also trying to be diligent in my 365 project - you can see the link on the right - and although I'm taking pictures, I just haven't uploaded. January 1st is documented so I suppose if you wanted to check that out, you'd see what I'm hoping to do!

This wa show the holiday started off. No make up and after a VERY long day of travelling, we finally found a 'great wee pub' and I got what I had been waiting for - a refreshing G&T.
There were loads of food stalls like this one - B is getting some fresh duck from a friendly Tawainese dude. There are loads of these that are similiar in Korea but, this is the Tawain picture blog.

This was entitled 'The Peikenese Dog' and 'The Princess'. You can just make out the princess head but the dog is hard to see in this picture. I'm actually impressed that the breathtaking-ness of the place actually seems to come through in this photo.

"Hi, my name's A. When taking pictures of things I think I might get in trouble for, I decide to go so quickly that it turns out crooked and only half taken." Please enjoy the mini buddist prayer hut. Only enjoy it not and focus and not totally there. zen of me.

"Hi, we saw you on the ferry. Now we're seeing you at the karaoke BBQ food place on the island. Oh, ya, and you're FOREIGN. Can we have our picture taken with you?" Yes, we're a bit like the main attraction at the zoo - something you want to take your picture with, feed and hope it won't bite. We don't bite. And we even do the Asian 'peace sign pose' for your picture viewing pleasure.

And look, this has taken up just as much time as writing. But technically with all the picture I've written THOUSANDS of words. Don't ask me how many. That would require me to bust out the A-Math.

Have a great weekend.


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