A quick tour of the mansion
One of the recommended attractions of Taipei is the Lin Family Mansion and Garden (to which I strongly agree), and we planned to see it on our last day in Taiwan, before heading off to the airport. It’s just a few streets away from the subway exit, but we weren’t entirely sure about it’s and our whereabouts. As our schedule was tight, we asked for the way. The first person vaguely indicated straight, then right, leaving us not that much wiser. The second, a young woman, thought for a bit, likely decided it was too difficult to explain and instead offered to make a slight detour and deliver us in person. Seems she had also been on a tight schedule, because she sets out at breakneck speed along the crowded, narrow sidewalk. My wife and I follow behind, dodging food booths and passers-by, finally turning right into a small alley without car traffic, where we can catch up to her. She starts asking us some questions about our time in Taiwan, but she’s not slowing down. Eventually we reach the edge of the garden, so she changes subject (but not pace) and starts briefing us about the history of both the Lin family and the property and related fun facts until we turn left and finally arrive at the entrance. We’ve hardly time to thank her and wave goodbye before she darts off.
While we’ve met helpful people elsewhere, nowhere did we receive a more comprehensive tour of a place before actually entering that place.



. Pondering about the incident some more, I guess it is a good reminder of the fact that something seemingly trivial to oneself might still remain a complete mystery to someone with a different background.

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Alice now feels old enough to help. She wants to be an active part of the family, so we give her small tasks or chores. One day, at lunch, she offered to go get the fruit from the basket. She took the fruits we all wanted and we ate.
We call Ilaria Ili and Alice Ali. Of course it’s sometimes confusing, but we like the way it sounds. So I was once at the table (most of our conversations happen in front of food - we’re Italian, aren’t we?) and after the usual name mix-up, I decided to joke about it.
if something just happened and I thought it was funny, I’d share it.