Mi casa es tu casa

What's the first thing I heard upon disembarking the plane in Los Angeles? A. A bunch of gente speaking espanol. It was like chocolate for my ear drums. Where's the first place I went to eat? A. Cafe Rio. Of course, I ordered extra guacamole. Its funny that bits of Chinese have found their way into my Spanish.

People look much more diverse here in America...shape, size, skin, eye and hair color, etc. I'm no longer a celebrity who's being asked to pose in family photos with complete strangers. I'm starving because I've eaten out every meal for the last 6 months and can't seem to develop a desire to cook. I'm almost overwhelmed with the new prospects of eavesdropping on others' conversations and lazily avoiding creating my own. Most of all, though, I'm happy to be home with mi familia. I learned some great life lessons from the people in Taiwan and I'm excited to put them to the test in my upcoming adventures.