I think I caught the illness called, post-travel syndrome.
Sigh, I really don't feel like coming back.
7 days of happiness!
Everything is so meaningful.

I love it when you wake up in a cosy blanket knowing you have a whole hotel restaurant of breakfast waiting for you.

I love it when we assemble in the lobby waiting for the handsome tour guide and driver, while taking pictures.

I love it when we travel via the bus, watching cartoon, as well as scenery on the way, where I can see pacific ocean.

I love it when we travel to see the beauty of the world, with cold wind blowing across my face.

I love it when we get to eat delicious Taiwan dishes in high class restaurants.

I love it when we visit Taiwan night market and buy Taiwan snacks.

I love to eat on the bed, while watching tv, especially after a hotspring bath.

I love to sleep under the soft, orange lights, while the cars breeze through the streets.

I love standing on 101 tower, because I feel I'm on the top of the world.

I love every single detail, every single bit.