After waking up to the sound of rain pelting the windows of our sixth floor room, papa joined the rest of us at the hotel to catch a quick breakfast and check out of the Miracolo View Hotel. By the time we were all packed and ready to head to Taichung, Typhoon Saola was lashing through central Taiwan. Our drive to the city was, just as usual, an anxiety-inducing ride. We dined at the New Palace restaurant, where we ate two dozen different dishes and were probably the only party to brave the storm and eat at the restaurant.
The drive back home to Changhua was, if at all possible, even more terrifying than the previous drive. After taking several detours and convincing papa not to try driving through a flooded alleyway, we finally made it safely back home and plan to stay put until the weather clears. All I can say is that this slow-moving typhoon is making even the harshest of Midwest weather look tame. We’re definitely not in Kansas anymore.