Walk Your Husband to Work Day

I showed Greg how to get to work today! Will wonders never cease?! I had the edge on him because I’ve been back here a day before he arrived, and have been footing it all around Taipei 101.

Let’s start at the beginning. He arrived yesterday evening and made some comments about wondering if I “need him anymore” since in the past I haven’t liked to go out and explore (huge, foreign, international) cities by myself. I WAS very happy to see him. See me smiling at him:

Then we went out to find a dumplings restaurant recommended by the hotel staff. He got me lost in the dark. We saw a 7-11 and he thought he knew where he was. Bad choice of landmarks… There is one around every corner (literally, Rich). Here is our personal one where we did our bedtime shopping:

The following morning, after a yummy breakfast buffet at the hotel, Greg mentioned that it might be nice for me to know where his offices here are. I have never been inside his office in Boise, and I never visited the one when he worked in Taoyuan, Taiwan. So, off we went together.

Here is the building with our hotel room, Pacific Business Center:

And here, just up in that little triangle near the top, you can see about where our balcony is:

Here are a couple of views of the “streets where we live.”. I say “streets” because there are so many of them so close together, it’s hard to say exactly which one is ours.

My kids will appreciate the effort I went to to take those photos…. I actually stopped on one of the overpass walkways for a few seconds. Not a comfortable place for me! It is, however, the most convenient way to cross the street at this intersection, as well as being a useful landmark.

I showed Greg the way to the point on the map where his offices were supposed to be, but he had to choose which building might house them. (I had no idea!). He correctly chose the Taipei World Trade Center.

In front of the building, there were five neon lime green-vested traffic control personnel waving short batons and playing a symphony with their whistles in order to keep pedestrians from being squashed by taxis. Busy, busy place. Inside, we found the bilingual directory that listed Micron as being on 25th floor. We choose from three sets of elevators, our destination being in the middle section of floors, and got in line. We missed the first wave, but lead the second trickle.

Here is Greg standing in front, and then pushing the security bell to be let in.

On the way back to the hotel, I had to take a picture of this canna lily:

And now, I’m doing a little laundry. Some things never change.