Boy, do I like my yoga evenings. It took me going halfway around the world to finally take a class and realize what I've been missing. Priscilla is a little sprite of a South African woman in her early thirties and we are a class of 5 or 6 mostly middle-aged creaky teachers from America. She manages to work our tails off without letting us actually hurt ourselves. I feel wonderfully stretched out and a little bit achy by the time I crawl into bed and then wake up in the morning feeling refreshed and limber. It's like magic.

Today I feel like there are enough signs around the city to confirm that there has been a shift in the seasons. Here's how I know winter has arrived in Taiwan:
1. Christmas decorations at the mall. There's even a tree up at school. I'll take a picture tomorrow. It's pretty cute in a tacky, tinsel-ly way.
2. The corn in the 1st grade garden was harvested and eaten today.
3. It's dark enough during our morning commute that the street lights haven't blinked off yet.
4. The thermometer has been dipping into the 60's during the nighttime.
5. I've started counting the number of days until we fly back to the states for winter break!