Catching Up on Things

January 22nd, 2010 by craidd

With the holiday season now over, and our lives returning to as much routine as they’re going to get, I should take sometime to update you on some of the things going on in our lives.

Last month, I finally passed my practical driving test.  This test was the last thing I needed to do to have a full UK drivers license.  It was a little ominous to start as my test was first thing in the morning on one of the days that Aber had snow and ice on the ground.  Also, I was questioned about how good my eyes were during the vision test.  At the start of the practical test you have to read a license plate across the parking lot, I read it out loud and the guy said, “well, we are a little farther away than the test requires, let’s move to the proper distance…oh, you were right, that is a C, I thought it was a G.”  Fortunately, all vehicles that are originally registered in Wales begin with a C.  Nonetheless, I passed with flying colors.

We had a fantastic holiday about which has already been posted.  I also celebrated my first full year of employment.

I had a wonderful birthday and birthday party.  We invited people over for some pizza and games.  It was a pretty low key affair but we all had fun.  We introduced our Welsh friends to our American games of Fluxx and Catch Phrase (except we don’t have the electronic version), while one of the guests brought over Creationary.  It was a game about reading evolutionary biology journal articles and refuting them with passages from the various religious texts.  Well, that is how I was playing, but I think everyone else was trying to build things out of Legos and get their team to guess what they were building.  We finished off our night with some team Wii bowling.  A great night all around.

Getting Wonderful Homemade Cake for My Birthday

Getting Wonderful Homemade Cake for My Birthday

This week IAC leaves for a visit back to the USA.  That means that Siena will be left under the total care of me.  Place your bets on who is going to be most glad when IAC returns.

Christmas in Taiwan

January 17th, 2010 by farfa11e

We arrived in Taiwan on Christmas Day.  Upon arriving in Kaohsiung, we went to a wedding reception.  It was a huge venue (with over 700 guests!) and the banquet was delicious.  The bride and groom (my father’s friend) wore several different outfits and were presented with a lot of fanfare to the guests.  Our first Taiwanese wedding, what a fun experience!

Presenting the first course of the wedding banquet

Presenting the first course of the wedding banquet

The next few days were spent exploring with family.  On Boxing Day, we traveled to Gung San where my grandparents live.  On the way to their house, we stopped by a temple where the ashes of my aunt are kept.  She died when she was 8 of thalessemia, and I know my dad and my grandparents have a special place in their hearts for her.  My grandparents are doing pretty well considering their age, and we had a nice time visiting with them.  I love just being in their presence; it reminds me of all the wonderful times in my childhood that I spent playing with them.

Dont stare at the wildlife!

Don't stare at the wildlife!

We also went on a hike with my uncle, cousins, and their kids to Chai Mountain.  It was one of the highlights of the trip because Dan got to see monkeys.  He loves seeing monkeys on trips!  We saw a lot of them, all scampering about and doing lots of climbing!  We were staying with my aunt and uncle.  They live in the same house as the one I used to spend summers at as a little kid.  To me, they are everything that Kaohsiung represents to me.  Thank you Big Aunt and Big Uncle!

Hiking with the family

Hiking with the family

Mixed among all the fun we were having, I did a few presentations on behalf of the university to try and recruit Taiwanese students to attend.  These took me around Kaohsiung and back up to Taipei.  For the first time that I can recall, we were spending time alone in Taiwan without any hosts or relatives showing us around.  It was fun for us to explore on our own for a bit.  My aunt, Second Aunt, arranged everything for us to make sure we took advantage of our time in Taipei.  We got to see Taipei 101 on one of the last days that it was still the tallest building in the world, Sun Yat Sen Memorial Hall, and Chiang Kai Shek Memorial.  We also ate at Din Tai Fung, one of our favorite restaurants, and had good beef noodle soup.  Yum!  One highlight was seeing Mr. and Mrs. K one night for dinner.  When I grew up in Cincinnati, they were like my second parents, and I haven’t seen them in years.  I spent a lot of time at their house growing up, so it was great to see them again.  Thanks for dinner Mr. and Mrs. K!  We also took a cooking class which instructed us on many of the basics of Chinese cooking.  So much fun!  The last day in the north was spent in Hsin Bei Tou, home of world-famous hot springs.  We stayed a night at the retro spa, I-Tsun, and got to soak in the rejuvenating hot springs.  We even had ramen that used hot springs water in its soup!  Thanks, Second Aunt, for your arrangments!

Sun Yat Sen Memorial Hall with fountains in front

Sun Yat Sen Memorial Hall with fountains in front

We headed south again to spend more time with family.  My great uncle passed away on 1 January 2002, so we went with his family to the temple to pay our respects.  One of the traditions is to burn money (fake money) so that the dead are wealthy in heaven.  It was the first time that I had been to a military cemetery/temple.  The next generation of his family, my dad’s cousins, are some of the most generous, kind people I have ever met.  Dan and I are always welcomed by them with open arms every time we see them.  Thanks Kwan family!

Apparently you need lots of money in heaven!

Apparently you need lots of money in heaven!

Our penultimate full day in Taiwan was spent in Tainan with Aunt LL, my mother’s college roommate.  She was born and raised in Tainan and wanted to show us the sights.  Tainan has more temples than any other city in Taiwan and as the old capital, much of the Taiwan’s history can be seen in this city.  We ate foods we had never had before, saw a fort which looked exactly like the forts in Europe, and visited many temples of the War God, Matsu, and Confucius.  It was a great experience, thanks Auntie!

Eating Puffed Sugar in front of Chihkan Tower in Tainan

Eating Puffed Sugar in front of Chihkan Tower in Tainan

The last day in Taiwan was for the engagement/wedding party of my cousin, S.  She and K have been living in Maryland but decided to tie the knot in their home.  They had the most stunning pictures taken for their wedding and the food was fantastic.  There were many fun traditions we got to see for the first time.  Such as the tea ceremony where the bride serves tea to all the elders (slightly different to the tea ceremony at our wedding).  Or when the groom’s side of the family has to leave the room when the fish course is served.  It was lovely to be a part of their wedding day!

My beautiful cousin and her hubby with her family

My beautiful cousin and her hubby with her family

We finally started our journey home.  Unlucky for us, we went through Beijing during a record-setting snowstorm.  Despite the cold weather, we braved the freezing cold to have an authentic Beijing duck dinner.  It was definitely worth the cold!

Delicious duck dinner at DaDong

Delicious duck dinner at DaDong

Miraculously, our flight back to London was on time and smooth and our trains to Aber were fine.  It was a relaxing trip which allowed us to recharge fully.  You can find the full album with our pictures here.  Now we are back home and tomorrow is Dan’s birthday, which in this family, officially marks the end of the holiday season.  Happy birthday Dan!

Guardian of Tooth

December 29th, 2009 by craidd

Wow, real time blogging from my vacation, er, holiday.  We are currently in Taipei in the middle of our Christmas holiday.  We began our trip with a train trip from Aber to London to fly out of Heathrow.  Despite it being two days before Christmas and London recovering from its massive snow storm, all of our travel (Arriva, Virgin, the Tube) to the airport went without a hitch.  Even at the airport our check-in process was painless, almost too painless.  As our checked luggage was tagged and about to be sent to the underworld of airport conveyor belts, we were asked if we checked any crackers (the Christmas staple, not the edible kind).  We said yes and were asked to pop them before checking our luggage.  It makes the surprise a little less exciting now.

Our first air leg of our journey took us from Heathrow to Beijing with Air China, a flight of about 10 hours.  The flight was smooth, no problems.  We landed in Beijing just before noon.  Unfortunately, the approach into Beijing was obscured by f(sm)og so we couldn’t see much.  We arrived into the new terminal that was built for the Olympics.  The terminal is massive and open, it gave the impression it was designed to give.  As reported earlier, we were only able to get a double entry visa, one entry for both legs of our trip.  We got through customs and immigration without difficulty and checked in with the airline who was coordinating our hotel and transportation.   The hotel was about a 10 minute ride from the terminal and was a very standard 1950s block architecture building in the relative middle of nowhere.

After dropping our things in our room, we hopped aboard a shuttle returning to the airport and grabbed the light rail into the heart of the city.  A quick subway ride brought us to the Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square.  We just missed the closing time for the Forbidden City but we managed to walk around the outside for a bit and get some good photos

IAC and Mao

IAC and Mao

We also explored Tienamen Square.  It was quite interesting to have to pass your bags through an x-ray machine just to go to the Square.  While we didn’t see any tanks, we did see lots of police in uniform and, presumably, lots of police not in uniform.  It was quite cold in Beijing in December so we didn’t stay too long.  We next took the subway to Guijie (Ghost) Street for dinner.  It was a street filled with all sorts of Chinese restaurants, lanterns, and flashing lights.  We found a Sichuanese place that satisfied IAC’s requirement for good Chinese food, it was filled with Chinese people!  The food was delicious and a great start to our vacation.

Ghost Street in Beijing

Ghost Street in Beijing

The next morning we flew to Taipei, met up with IAC’s Father, and boarded the high speed rail to Kaohsiung.  We finally arrived at our hotel after three trains, two flights, a couple of subways, and countless shuttles (buses, cars).

As for the subject line of this post.  When we arrived at our Aunt’s house we were given some toothpaste to use while we were there.  The name of the toothpaste was “Whitemen”, the tag line is “Guadian of Tooth”.  I think I found a new moniker for me.

Guadian of Tooth

Guadian of Tooth


Extra Bedding for a Reading Wedding

December 21st, 2009 by craidd

Two weekends ago we spent two days in Reading for a wedding in which we brought extra bedding.   IAC and I awoke early on Saturday and picked up our friend K for the ~4 hour drive to Reading to attend the wedding of our new Aber friends T&C.  Fortunately only one of us got car sick taking the Welsh backroads for two hours (that would be me).  After checking into our hotel room early and sneaking one of us into the room for two (that would be me again with an air mattress and sheets, IAC and K decided they would be the legit ones), we drove to the site of the wedding, the Reading Grammar School.  I know that for some of our American readers, getting married at your middle or high school may not sound that exciting, but keep in mind this school and building are old, really old.  The school is 884 years old as it was founded as part of the Reading Abbey in 1125.  It was since refounded in 1486 and this is the date when they started keeping track of who is in charge.

The wedding ceremony took place in the chapel.  As this was our first British wedding, we were excited to see the differences between our familiar American weddings.  All that I knew about British weddings was that Hugh Grant usually shows up sooner or later.  The other thing I was told to expect was the presence of “hats” and kilts.  I use “hats” loosely because I am sure that some of them may have just been wild birds that came to nest.

Hats and Kilts

Hats and Kilts

The other differences between the two types of weddings were the order of events and the legal hurdles that were required to be jumped.  When the rings were exchanged and the vows given, C lifted T’s veil and sealed their love with a kiss, I glanced over at IAC to comment on the quickness of the wedding but reviewed the program and realized that we were only half-way done with the ceremony.  After more legal necessities spoken by the officiant, the signing of the registries (plural) took place.

Signing their lives together/away

Signing their lives together/away

When the ceremony finally ended, all of us walked over to the main school building to partake in mulled wine and hors d’oeuvres.  The wine was good, especially in the cold, windy Saturday afternoon.  The time before the reception was spent alternately finding more finger foods and where the warmest part of the school was.  After a giant group photo was taken we took our seats at the reception.  To appreciate the multinational flavor of the wedding, at our table were two Americans (us), a Welsh woman, two Dutch, an Aussie, and an English woman.  It is possible we were the mutants at table 9 (start around 1:35).

The night finished off with some classic cake cutting:

T & C cutting the cake

T & C cutting the cake

and some good ol’ embarrassment:

C had the time of his life

C had the time of his life

As we filed out of the school to send off the bride and groom we heard someone fall around the corner behind us.  We turn to see what the commotion is to find a drunk Scotsman being supported by his kilt wearing Father and brother(?) to a bench outside the school.  What was most of note was not the fact that someone was so roaring drunk at the wedding, it was the familiarity at which the family (the Mother was there too) knew what roles to take in the situation.  As I have said before, events like this don’t do anything to dispel stereotypes.

All in all it was a great weekend to share with friends on their wedding day and the beginning of their new life together.  Congrats T & C.

Trying to get to the motherland

December 6th, 2009 by farfa11e

I’m going to try and write this post in the most delicate way possible.

Dan and I are heading off to Taiwan in a couple of weeks.  We are going to see my aging grandparents and also attend some family weddings.  The flight that we booked has a ~20 hour layover on the way there and back in Beijing.  Naturally, being children of wanderlust, we decided to take advantage of those 20 hours outside of the airport which requires visas.

In our research, we found that we could apply for several types of tourist visas, from the minimum 1 entry in 6 months to the maximum multiple entries in 24 months, all for the same price since we are Americans.  We could qualify for the maximum visa because I was born in Taiwan, have relatives in the mainland, and Dan is my spouse.  Might as well apply for the maximum then, right?  Even though we were US citizens living in the UK, we were allowed to process our application through the embassy in England instead of going through the US, so that’s a relief.  After making sure every last bit of our visa application was perfect, we sent it into a visa processing center who would take it to the embassy for us.  The next day I got a call and after several back and forths, it turns out that there were some problems with our visa application.

  1. We could only apply for the maximum visa if we can prove a direct relationship with a relative living there (father, mother, sibling) which is proven via birth certificates.  Okay, I don’t have that, so I asked to go with the second best option, multiple entries in 12 months.
  2. The multiple entries in 12 months visa is not available to Brits (unless they can prove a direct relationship with a relative, etc.).  It is, however, available to Americans.  When I tried to tell the visa service center this discrepancy, they refused to treat us as Americans saying that we had to follow British policies even though we were not British.
  3. On the application form, it asks for place of birth, and they double-check this information against what is written on your passport.  Taiwan, R.O.C. is what I wrote and what I have always written as my place of birth.  The service center objected to this nomenclature and insisted that I submit an entirely new application with a correction.  “We don’t recognize Taiwan, R.O.C. only Taiwan, China.”  Well then.  If that were really true, why am I applying for a visa anyway?  I should just be allowed to go!

After much harangueing, I gritted my teeth and just did what they said.  I certainly felt under the thumb and slightly less interested in going, full stop.  We finally got our visas in the mail early last week.  All I can say is, I’m excited to see my family and eat all the good food!

Kicking off the holiday season

December 6th, 2009 by farfa11e
I'm officially 11! Thanks to M for the photo.

I'm officially 11! Thanks to M for the photo.

Dan and I have birthdays that bookend the holiday season.  My birthday before Thanksgiving officially kicks off the holiday madness, and in Wales, my birthday and Thanksgiving are close enough to be celebrated together.  Just like last year, we made a turkey and introduced several non-Americans to the tradition of Thanksgiving.  The one change was that we did potluck instead of making everything ourselves.  Division of labor makes the birthday girl happier!

I think everyone enjoyed themselves and the food.  Dan told the “true” story of Thanksgiving, and we all went around saying what we were thankful for.  I am thankful for a happy and healthy first year in Wales for Dan, Siena, and myself.  I am thankful for my wonderful friends and family whom I cherish very much.  I am thankful that both Dan and I are gainfully employed.  I am thankful for no serious catastrophes in our lives.  Hooray!

On another note, we saw “Up” and “The Fantastic Mr. Fox” on two consecutive weekend matinees.  I am fairly sure we were the only people in the theatre without children for both screenings.  But they were great, and “Up” made me cry a lot.  It will be a busy couple of weeks before our trip to Taiwan for the holidays.  I have a lot of grading/marking to do, a conference to attend, and we are going to Reading for a wedding.  Yes, the holiday season has really begun.

Hen Do

November 24th, 2009 by farfa11e

I recently got to participate in a time-honored British tradition.  Our friends, T & C, are getting married in December and have been busy planning all the details for the event in Reading.  Before the big day, the bride and groom say farewell to their single status in the company of their friends.  The groom goes off on a stag do and the bridge goes off on a hen do (known as bachelor party and bachelorette party in the US, respectively).  Wikipedia emphasizes that for the bride, this is a normal party “in the style that is common to that social circle”.  I haven’t quite figured out what our social circle is, but the events of last weekend helped to give me an indication.

Eight of us girls drove from all directions of the island to meet in the Bath/Bristol area to spend the weekend in a chapel and schoolhouse that was converted to holiday accommodations.  The main event of the weekend was shooting.  Yes, I said shooting.  Our hen, T, requested an outing that was related to hunting, and after spotting the fox, climbing on our horses, sounding the horn, and releasing a pack of beagles, we were on our way.  Okay, not quite.  We actually ended up driving to a lodge outside Lacock (appropriate for a hen weekend) and practiced clay pigeon shooting and air rifle target shooting.  Having never held a gun or rifle in my life, I am glad that my first time was in the company of women and not the former VP.  The rifles were very heavy and hitting the target accurately was no easy feat.  I can’t say that I was a natural at this sport because of two incidents 1) instead of pulling the trigger, sometimes I would pull the metal part immediately behind the trigger which resulted in absolutely nothing happening and 2) we were each given 6 pellets to shoot our targets with and when my target came back, it had 5 holes in it while next to me, K, had 7 holes in hers.  Oops.  Despite it being a cold and rainy day, we had a really good time.

Shooting clay pigeons is not as easy as it looks!

Our hen, T, watching me shoot pigeons.

Ready, aim, fire!

Ready, aim, fire!

After a cup of tea back at Ebenezer chapel, we headed into Bristol for a night out.  We had a seafood dinner and then hit the clubs.  I don’t know how representative the club we went to was, but I was very impressed.  First, they pump air through the vents so that you are actually slightly chilly.  The sweaty BO smell from many people dancing in a small space is therefore diminished.  Second, there was an impressive number of bouncers around who were circulating to make sure everything was going smoothly.  They did everything from direct us to the coat check to making sure drinks were kept off the dance floor (so no spillage would happen, not anything to do with breakage b/c drinks were served in glass-like plastic cups).  I was also surprised at the amount of dancing that was actually done by men here.  In the US, the men often stay around the perimeter and do the head-nod dance with their hands in their pockets.  But men, whether in a group or by themselves, were actually on the dance floor, making fools of themselves like the rest of us.

Everyone getting on the dance floor

Everyone getting on the dance floor

Another tradition for hen dos and stag dos is dressing up.  Our group did not, but we saw lots of other groups who did.  One stag party made their stag wear a patient’s dressing gown while the other men were dressed as doctors.  We saw a hen group that had some sort of super-hero theme to it.  And flying in the face of all reason, another hen group was dressed up like grannies.  Instead of choosing to wear sexy, revealing outfits, this group of ladies donned baggy dresses and gray wigs for their night out.  Only in Britain!

Why dress 10 years younger than your age when you can dress 40 years older?

Why dress 10 years younger than your age when you can dress 40 years older?

The next morning, we recovered from our festivities with a relaxing time at the spa.  Bath Spa, historically renowned for its spas with healing power, has actually only one spa in town, Therme.  We hired out the Cross Bath exclusively for our use and soaked ourselves until we were pruney.  Then we headed into Bath centre for brunch at the Pump Room which is home to the old Roman baths.  It was a very elegant finish to the weekend.

Our private spa in the original Georgian setting

Our private spa in the original Georgian setting

All in all, I had a fun time.  There were definitely lots of British-isms that I experienced first hand (I am still not used to the awkwardness of meeting people for the first time), and I think T received an appropriate send-off into marital bliss.  Looking forward to the wedding in a few weeks!

We dined under chandeliers and accompanied by a pianist

We dined under chandeliers and accompanied by a pianist

Hear ye, hear ye!

November 10th, 2009 by farfa11e

I saw a job opportunity today that made me giggle.  In Cardigan, a

Cardigan's call for town crier

Cardigan's call for town crier

similar-sized town to Aber south of here, is hosting a Victorian night with authentic Christmas activities like caroling and tree lighting.  To add to the authenticity of the event, they have put out a call to fill the position of town crier.  Oh yes.  If I put my mind to it, I could become a town crier.  I can project my voice, and I have good diction.  I am also willing to dress up in official costume.  I even satisfy the “can speak Welsh and English” condition (more or less).  In these difficult economic times, we should look for whatever opportunities to line our pockets!

Prisoners of a Good Time in Portmeirion

November 7th, 2009 by farfa11e

Even before we moved to Wales, our friend, S, told us “Be sure to go visit Portmeirion.  The Prisoner was filmed there!”  Having never seen or heard of the show, we didn’t know what to expect but put it on our list of places to visit.  We got the chance when over the summer, K got us a very generous gift certificate to stay in the village.  So last weekend, we packed up our bags, Siena, Halloween candy, and our expectations for relaxing bliss and ventured into north Wales.  We drove up the coast and made a couple of stops based on suggestions from CADW.  The first to see the Dyffryn Ardudwy burial chambers (a cross between Pentre Ifan and Clava Cairns!) and the second to see Harlech Castle. Definitely worth a stop to see both!

Burial Chambers

Dyffryn Ardudwy Burial Chambers

A key castle in Edwards Iron Ring of castles

Harlech, a key castle in Edward's Iron Ring of castles

Harlech was the English castle we visited that weekend, while Criccieth Castle was the Welsh one.  Although ruined, Criccieth Castle stands on an imposing cliff that drops steeply into the sea.

Siena checking out the steep drop from Criccieth Castle to the sea

Siena checking out the steep drop from Criccieth Castle to the sea

We finally check into our accommodations in Portmeirion around 3 (after stocking up on food for the weekend at our first visit to a Tesco!).  Only 2 cottages in the village allow dogs, The Gate House and The White Horses. Apparently, The White Horses is prone to flooding when it rains a lot, which in Wales in October is almost certain (which begs the question, why would anyone want to stay at a place that floods?!).  We opted for The Gate House, right at the top of the village.  The cottage was fantastic and huge for the 3 of us!  Portmeirion visitors would walk underneath us while we ate our meals.

Our (Gate) House for the weekend in Portmeirion

Our (Gate) House for the weekend in Portmeirion

The Portmeirion TV channel offered several episodes of The Prisoner, so we educated ourselves on the show.  From what I can gather, the premise is this British secret service agent (or is he?) is taken prisoner in a remote village (or is it?) full of hundreds of people who have no names only numbers (or do they?).  He is Number 6, and the people in charge are trying to get information from him.  The show follows him as he tries to work out why he has been taken and his various attempts at escaping. The show became a huge cult classic (even holding annual conventions) and is the inspiration for shows like Lost.

So what was the village of Portmeirion itself actually like?  The best way I can describe it is weird but cool.  Conceived, designed, and built by yellow-breeches-sporting Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, Portmeirion emerged from salvaged bits of other buildings all over the world to become a resort village which enhances its natural surroundings.

The center of Portmeirion

The center of Portmeirion

We walked through the gardens and indeed, the setting is very beautiful with wild rhododendrons and cool trees.

Wild rhododendrons galore!

Wild rhododendrons galore!

This tree was actually growing money.  Dan got 2p from it.

This tree was actually growing money. It gave Dan 2p.

IAC hanging out in a cedar tree

IAC hanging out in a cedar tree

The estuary that it overlooks stretches a long distance and most of the time we were walking around, it was low tide and we could walk right onto the estuary.  One evening, we did encounter the high tide which came right up to the edge of the village and gave the place a completely differently feeling.

Portmeirion at evening high tide

Portmeirion at evening high tide

The village is quite small and picturesque with lots of little interesting touches here and there.  It was fun walking around the grounds and at night when the visitors have all left, the village is very peaceful and a little spooky (appropriate for our spending Halloween there!).  There are some cute shops which we didn’t really investigate and lots of cafes where you can buy ice cream.

Overlooking the village from a high gazebo

Overlooking the village from a gazebo

It was a lovely weekend of lounging, taking strolls, and relaxing.  Thanks to S for telling us about this place many months ago and especially thanks to K for giving us a very posh weekend there!

Do You Hear What I Hear?

November 5th, 2009 by craidd

Today is Guy Fawkes Day.  Although I learned in Welsh class tonight that it is more politically correct to call tonight Bonfire Night.  Apparently a national celebration based around the burning of a devout Catholic in effigy just isn’t they way to make friends in the new European Union.  The sounds of fireworks have been periodically filling the air tonight.  I will be doing my part to celebrate the failure of Herr Fawkes tomorrow night at my first bonfire which will include a cartoon drawing of man.

In other news, the Poppy Appeal is well underway.  I am sporting a poppy on my fleece.  I think the BBC has set the rules on the poppies (or not wearing them).

And getting back to the title of this post, today marks the first time that I have heard a Christmas song on the radio for the 2009 Holiday season.  Thank you Wham. Thank you Radio 1.