Life is hard ;)

Angel, Me, and Larissa on the beach!

This weekend was the Taiwan Moon Festival.  In celebration, we got a day off of school which us teachers took as an excuse to get out of the city and take a nice trip to the beach.  Friday night I laid low and got some well needed rest.   Saturday morning 7 of us took off to Baisha beach on the southern tip of the island.  Man was it beautiful!  The water was crystal clear with spectacular coral reefs all around, just waiting to be explored.  So, of course we did.  We also were able to lay on the beach and enjoy some tropical beverages, eat yummy food and do a little dancing on the patio.  It was like being at a resort except we were staying in tents.  This had to be one of the best camping experiences I have had.  Then to make life better, we got back on Sunday, saw fireworks being set off around the city and experienced the celebration of the moon festival.  Monday, since I did not have work, it seemed like the perfect day to get to the gym then head to    the beach around here.  I mean what else do people do on their days off work...seriously!

I know, I know, I have such a HARD life!

The Campsite

Beautiful Sunset

The camping Resort at Night

 

Since the weekend was so painful ;) my friend Lori and I decided to get pedicures after school.  We walked to our favorite massage place, only to find out they did not have any open spots.  Having a little spa treatment on our minds, we decided to find a place by our selves.  Haha, this was fun!  After trying 2 or three spots we see a sign that in clear English says pedicure, so we head into that store.  After getting a somewhat uncomfortable welcome, we manage to get across what we wanted, no one here spoke English, and we were led to a spot in the room.  The people in the place were all laughing and talking to each other, clearly about us, but we did not care.  We were about to be in heaven.  After about 20 minutes of the best pedicure of my life it hit me...we were in an all male store.  This is why everyone was laughing and looking at us funny.  There was no nail polish to pick out, they did not even take the polish off our toes, but man, let me tell you, my feet have never felt so soft and smooth.  It is like a babies bottom.  Despite the questionable magazines on the rack and the old men staring it was AMAZING.  This man spent about an hour on each of our feet and then we were given back massages.  This playing the "I only speak English" card was perfect.  I have never been happier to not be able to communicate in my life.