I’ve mentioned before that I don’t really like living in the city. Yes, I’ve learned to truly appreciate the convenience of being able to walk most places, but I will never get used to gazing out our living room windows at the tile facade of another high rise. I miss the green of trees and grass and the blue of an open sky.

Last year when my parents were visiting us in Taiwan, they took a walk one afternoon by themselves and ventured into a beautiful park about a mile from our apartment. Charles and I had driven past the location many times, but since the park is surrounded by a high wall, we didn’t know what was inside. My parents described it as a small tropical oasis in the midst of our concrete jungle. Until today, Charles and I never took Mom and Dad’s advice that we should visit this little pocket of nature. Oh, how I wish we had gone sooner! Continue reading “Tropical Oasis in a Concrete Jungle”