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Dancing in a circle... slowly

Speaking French (or a bad rendition thereof) this morning to a man from Paris and another from Haiti. Every time I try to speak this childhood song comes to mind:



Since I have little to blog about today...

Yesterday, walked with a Taiwanese friend around Taipei to a temple, a market, tea museum, cloth store (where you can buy cloth or have clothes custom made).

Drank warm almond milk with an almond pastry. Fish, soup, pig intestine...

There is time enough for meat, potato, veg once I get home.

Then off to Europe... early March.

I'm tired of traveling, but since I already bought my tickets (non-refundable) I'm stuck for 9 weeks. I tell myself that I can "dance" slower if I so choose.

As I have this trip. A week in Taipei and Tainan, 4 nights in Jiufen, ChiaYi and Taichung... only 2 in Lukang and Kaohsiung.

So... off to Spain (flight to Madrid, return from Bilbao), possibly Morocco and Portugal. Do I dare visit France?

Maybe I should just dance slowly in a circle wherever I end up.

Recent 24 syllable offerings:

"Twitterer (24 syllables)" 
"Mary Anthony in Medina (24 syllables: resile)" 

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