The arrival was messy and I had a difficult time finding my driver. Tried to walk to Terminal 1 from Terminal 2. Not fun. It was a shock to my system to go from speaking mostly English to a complete immersion of the Mandarin and Taiwanese languages, trying to explain the state of racial discrimination in NY and whether it is popular to learn the Chinese language in the US.
Got to the apartment at 1am and went to the Seven Eleven for a quick nighttime snack, 宵夜. Selection was limited but surprisingly satisfactory.
Due to jet lag, I was having breakfast only a short few hours later. 豆腐， 油條，和荷包蛋。 The soy milk was so fresh that it contrasts vividly for me to the stuff I get in NY.