In a time before GPS was invented, this was how I would direct the taxi driver to my home at the military family’s village. By the way, the taxi at the time was still dark red.
There are thousands upon thousands of stories on this island, reverberating the tranquil beauty of the ocean, echoing eternally in both space and time.
In Taiwan, every military family’s village has a hoard of stories relating to a cup of tea.
I grew up in a bittersweet environment. The military family’s village used to be a large community composed of people with various dialects, living habits, and tastes. These are the memories of my childhood that I seem to always come back to. Mingguang grocery store was the center hub where aunties and uncles from all over the neighborhood would gather to spend a whole afternoon making small talk over a cup of aiyu lemonade.