Giethoorn Taiwan

About Us

We often go to the mountains.
Not to reach the summit, not to escape anything—
but simply because once the car turns into Qingjing,
the clouds hang lower, the wind softens,
and life begins to slow down.

One day, we stopped by chance—
just off Provincial Highway 14A, near the No. 6 Livestock Trail.
We got out of the car to stretch, to feel the breeze.

A few quiet steps in, and we found this place.
A stretch of grass, sunlight resting gently on the ridgeline.
No one said a word,
but somehow we all knew—this spot felt different.

A year later, we passed by again.
The grass was still there, and so was the wind.
So we stayed.
We built a house. And slowly, the name came too.

We called it Yangjiao Village, which is the same name as Giethoorn in Taiwan
Not because it resembled anywhere in particular,
but because the quiet reminded us of a village we once visited in the Netherlands—
a place where nothing rushed you, and no one needed to speak.

Just scenery, and time, and the kind of calm that doesn't ask for attention.

If you're also someone who's on a journey,
and you happen to pass by here someday, maybe don’t leave too quickly.
Sit down. Have a warm cup of tea. Look at the hills, feel the breeze.
And maybe you’ll remember—
some landscapes only appear when you stop long enough to meet them.