Continuity in/and Change in Taiwan
“Good morning, misty mountains!” exclaimed my 5-year-old son as we walked to his kindergarten soon after our arrival in Hualien. Since then, that greeting has become part of our morning ritual. His middle name,
“Good morning, misty mountains!” exclaimed my 5-year-old son as we walked to his kindergarten soon after our arrival in Hualien. Since then, that greeting has become part of our morning ritual. His middle name,