What defines a trip? I hear my heartbeats as I open my eyes and my ears to listen and taste without limitation.
Everything I see, everything I hear, is scenery. In this country, elegant townships are plentiful, and the scenery seems poetic. Locals regardless of their age look like they just walked straight out of fashion magazines. I see delicate facial features, slender body structures and fashionable outfits. A fitting blazer that adds to personal style along with a neat hairstyle, demeanor varies. Ladies roam elegantly in high heels at all times, and gentlemen stride in their handsome-looking shoes. A variety of bag options are to showcase personal style as well. You just can’t help starring.
I chatted with a local barista. He thinks that a nice cup of coffee is beyond good material, techniques or marketing. A nice cup of coffee should be made with passion, focus, and it should involve life, and also pass on the touching moment when people interact with one another. While Taiwanese like me worry about the long distance and shipping difficulties which will compromise its best taste, the barista said in fact, we’re lucky to have that distance, because good coffee needs the wait, patiently for the beans to gradually awake. I told him, teaching is similar to what he described. It was never just about technique but art, because you are faced with emotional, living beings. The most important thing is simply, to hopefully wait. Can the place where I reside in be like this some day? People will regard themselves as a part of the city scenery, and they devote in, focus on living, stay passionate about their jobs. Let us be prepared, and wait for our township to gorgeously awake.