Spring Scream and karl

Southern Taiwan hosts one of the biggest music festivals EVER at this tiny beach town called Kenting. Normally, it is a pretty quiet beach town minus the one club that hogs all the attention by parading around their “stars”, a questionably buff man and an equally questionable woman who shoots fireworks out of her leather boobs.

So we drove about two hours south on our motorcycles with tents and sleeping bags safely secured atop them. I like to imagine that we looked much like a scene out of a really cool movie where these two girls ride around on their motorcycles, exploring the world and saving lives. Minus the exploring the world part...and saving lives.

For two days, we wandered around the festival, dancing, learning the greatness of Taiwanese Reggae, singing along in Chinese, and enjoying yet another strange and awesome Taiwanese festival.
I would say that the only thing I regret about that weekend was setting up our tent right next to a rooster. Baaaaad idea.

Then on our last morning before we headed back to life and work, we stopped by the beach and I met Karl. Everyone, I would like you to meet Karl.


He is from Sweden and it is 10:00 and he is just so Karl.
He sprawls out next to me and asks in his heavy accent,
“doz my chezt hair offend jou?”
“Not in the least.” I reply
“Great! So vat are you reading? Do jou read a lot? Good, good. (long pause) So, vill you marry me?”
“Yes of course.”
“Really? I have asked a lot of peoples and jou are ze first to say yes. Actually jou are ze only one I vould really vant to marry so it is quite perfect.”
I guess it really does happen when you least expect it...when you least expect HIM.

We planned our lives together and about an hour later after plans for 3 weddings and a place to live, he looked at me seriously and said,
“Now, I do have a very serious quvestion to ask jou. Please do not offend but it is very important that I know. Just prepare yourself for zis….Vat is your name?”
And we lived happily ever after.