Reading Taihe school's account of when we stayed the night there

The list of people I want to send postcards to doesn't get shorter. It's a list of old connections and new ones. But today I wrote one, to Taihe School, in a village up in the hills of central Taiwan where oolong tea grows, where the steep roads are in poor condition by the country's high standards, and where it is so hot and humid that I was close to tears by the time we reached Taihe School.…