It was my first international trip with my workmates—short, packed, and beautifully chaotic. We arrived in Taipei during the early spring, when the air was still cold and the skies were often gray. But even with the overcast weather and a nail injury that would follow me the entire trip, I remember the laughter, the motion, the blur of days that somehow left a permanent mark.
We landed in the evening but didn’t waste a moment. We went straight to exploring, stopping to admire the towering Taipei 101. Even shrouded in fog, it was a sight to behold. It stood like a giant lantern against the dark sky, radiating a soft glow that captivated us all.
That first dinner introduced me to the unique and distinct Taiwanese flavors—savory and hard to put into words. The food had a strong scent and taste, but it was surprisingly satisfying. Back at the hotel, you’d think we’d call it a night—but no. We still wandered the streets nearby, soaking up the energy of Taipei at night.
The next day, we headed out for a full itinerary. Our first stop was Sun Moon Lake, a peaceful place despite the delays and detours. Riding the boat across its mirrored waters was like drifting into a storybook scene. Afterward, we visited the Formosan Aboriginal Culture Village, where I rode a cable car for the first time. Suspended above the trees, I was torn between fear and awe. The views were worth every anxious breath.
That evening, we explored Ximending, often referred to as the Harajuku of Taipei. Street food everywhere. Neon signs are blinking. Music is playing from every direction. I tried as many local snacks as I could and took in the buzz with tired feet and a full heart.
Our final full day was the most intense, packed with vibrant experiences. We started with the vibrant blooms at the Zhongshe Flower Market—fields of tulips, sunflowers, and colors I still remember. It was the perfect season to visit. Then came Yehliu Geopark, where win and time had sculpted rock formations like the famous Queen’s Head. It was a vast, rugged landscape, and we wandered through it like curious kids despite the cold.
Later in the afternoon, we made our way to Shifen, where we released sky lanterns covered in our wishes. There was something childlike and magical about watching them float up into the clouds. We also explored Shifen Waterfall, tucked behind twisting paths and steep trails. Getting there was a minor challenge, but the view made every step worthwhile.
That evening, our farewell dinner was a highlight of the trip. We had shabu-shabu at Ice Papa, and to this day, I remember it as one of the best meals I’ve ever had abroad. The flavors, the warmth, the way it comforted our exhausted bodies—it was a culinary hug.
Even though it was late, we were allowed to visit Taipei 101 one last time. This time to go inside. We navigated the train system, walked long city blocks, and made it just in time. I even managed to sneak in a quick stop at one of my favorite stores.
Most of our time was spent on the tour bus, hopping off only for the spots, quick konbini runs, and warm meals. But somehow, it was still a fun and memorable trip.
By the end of the three days, I was utterly worn out. My feet hurt, my nail throbbed, and my energy was gone. But I was happy. Sometimes, the most memorable trips aren’t the most comfortable. They’re the ones where you let yourself say yes to every moment.
Not every trip needs a slow pace or perfect photos. Sometimes it just needs a willing heart and a good pair of shoes.
Taiwan was brief, bold, and brimming with life. I’d go back in a heartbeat.
