My relatives don't eat pancakes for breakfast

So, two days from now, at midnight, I'm getting on the plane with my dad, for Taiwan. Last week, a flu bug came through our house and flattened Luca and Gio for a few days, but now Luca has a bad case of laryngitis. He can only whisper, and I automatically whisper back, so things are pretty quiet around here.

My digital frame is ready. It been loaded with about 300 photos, ranging from black and whites from the 1930's of my youthful grandfather right up to today's great grandchildren sticking out their Slurpee-stained blue tongues. This project took a bit longer than I expected and I can always tweak some more things, but frankly, I've got a sore back from sitting at the computer all day yesterday. I'm quite satisfied with how the frame turned out. It is actually quite mesmorizing to watch, because each picture tells a story and a series of 300 photos tells another story, like how my grandfather, and everyone- including our children, change and grow over time. I hope he likes it.

I bought some Lindt chocolates and Italian lavender soap to take over (oops, nothing Canadian) even though my father insisted that I not bring anything. Even the future shop salesperson told me that he takes those chocolates to Taiwan whenever he goes back. He told me a little bit of what to expect, and I got quite excited about the trip all over again. My dad who is worried that I won't be able to handle the foreign Taiwanese breakfasts, laughed when I told him that I was planning to eat everything he did. I appreciate a lot more different kinds of foods now, than when I was a kid poking at my plate. If I have to eat congee for breakfast for two weeks, I will, and I will enjoy it!