And so it has been a while, a long while, since the last time I sat in front of this computer and felt compelled to write, to write about my days that seem to meld into one, my nights that are too short and now, the familiar feeling of missing Daniel that has once again found its way into my life. He will leave tomorrow for a two week trip to the Philippians and although the time will be well spent, I am hoping to fill my nights with writing and my days with staying at work and working, something I do not often enough, missing him is always hard, hard like missing home, and I dread it.
It is creeping into the New Year so fast, winter is here, fall is gone and one of the best years of my life is a mere breath away from being last year. This year I realized alot about me, I fell in love and I became more aware of the people around me and the qualities they posses that make me love, envy and respect them.
My father has just recently taught me the art of strength. Although I have always looked to him as a beacon of strength, only now do I realize how deep that strength is. To have two roads in lying in front of you and not only choose the one less traveled by, but the one which holds no map, has no direction and is left to be guided by you and you alone, to choose that one is an act of courage.
My mother has also shown me a kind of strength, the strength that shines through in times of trial, a strength that can only be found when doing something for the person you love most in life. When you are able to support someone through a decision, a decision that may affect your life, when you know it is the best decision for them, supporting them in itself is strength in its strongest form.
With Christmas coming I find myself missing home, missing the snow, my sister and my friends. I am both eager to go home and scared of the future. I am anxious to just get on with it and apprehensive about my role in the world. It will all fall into place as it always does, three years ago I would have never pictured myself here, in a small city in the south of Korea, sitting in my apartment wishing I wasn't sending my fiance off on a holiday, no, this would be the last place I would have put myself.
12.12.2007
11.07.2007
diamonds?
I don't know what it was today but something brought me back to a morning in July, maybe it was the funny mood I woke up in, the funny mood that makes Daniel crazy, but something happened that brought me back to July 11.
It was a morning when I woke up next to Daniel in Lindsey's room while he was visiting on a summer break and he looked at me and asked "what do you want for your birthday?".
I had answered this question more than a few times in the weeks prior to this morning, on the beach, in Boston, over a few drinks. On this morning however, I let "I want diamonds" slip out between my lips.
"Really?" he asked looking a bit perplexed and relaxed all in the same motion, "Really" I answered in the high pitch tone I have taken on in Korea when saying that word, usually replacing the "r" with a "l".
"Well then lets go look at diamonds."
Trying to act as if there weren't 400 butterflies running rampant in my stomach I quickly took a shower and got dressed. Not knowing what the day would bring I called my mother, snuck onto the back porch and whispered in the phone.."we are going to look at diamonds".
Twenty minutes later I found myself in a quaint jewelery store, or more boutique, a place where each ring is one of a kind, no two rings are the same. I had seen rings in magazines which I always thought would be the one I would one day have placed on my finger, but after looking at the second ring, in the first case, two rows down from the top, I knew it was that ring I wanted to have on my finger forever. Always having been a woman who isn't affected by diamonds in the way many girls are, never wishing I had one and never spending alot of money on jewelry becuase I was fearful I would lose it, I wasn't aware of the feeling that comes with finding a piece of jewelry, one that will hold so much meaning and is breathtakingly beautiful. I then knew as I placed the ring on my finger that feeling.
Moments later the ring went back in the case, we walked out of the boutique and my heart stayed behind? I walked out on to the sidewalk trying to hide my disapointment wondering if this was all a surreal dream, was the man I had fallen in love with simply playing with my heart? Was this some crazy joke, a joke on my pretend birthday day.
We went to lunch and spoke of...I don't remember, I don't remember because I think I was still thinking about the ring. I was still thinking about whether I wanted to spend my life with him...something I hadn't even thought of prior to that morning, only three hours before I found myself in that jewelry store.
Was I crazy? We had been together for five months. We had only met each other nine months before that morning when I walked into the library in a country I had been in only a week and saw him standing behind a pile of books. I had gone into that library every day for three weeks after that, looking to run into the handsome boy in the grey jumper. Over the next few months we would see each other, each time a smile swept across our faces in the sort of way that your eyes know to blink, we didnt tell ourselved to smile, it was the only reaction we knew.
Now that the thought had been dangled in front of me and ripped away in one fluid motion, I realized I did want that. I realized that the comfort, attraction and affection I felt for him was genuine and not the unhealthy forced feelings I had felt in the past.I was sure...I wanted to spend my days and my nights with him, I wanted to grow old with him and most imporatantly, I wanted to love him forever.
We finished our lunches and headed to one of my favorite restaurants for some drinks, a restaurant that sits two brick sidewalks and one one lane road across from the jewelry store. We ordered our drinks and talked of our dinner plans for that evening, where we would eat, what we would do and in the middle of a normal pause in any conversation he looked at me and said "I want to buy that ring for you. I want to marry you".
Usually, I am someone that cant say "OK, this is what I want". This time however, I just sat silently and nodded my head.
"I'm going to go see how long it would take for them to make it your size."
And off he went, walking across the street and into the store leaving me with the summer breeze blowing in my face.
I ordered another sangria and nervously drank it quickly. As I was finishing it I saw him emerge from the store a few minutes later.
" Go see what size you are."
"Huh?" I asked, the butterflies becoming anxious to escape.
"It will take an hour. Just go."
And off I went. Walking across the street and into the store.
The man had barely got the ring back in the case when he saw me walk in, smiling, slowly losing the ability to contain my excitement. He sized my finger, smiled and I walked back across the street to where he sat, in the open doorway of the restaurant.
"All set?" He asked.
"Yes" I answered.
"I'm going to go buy the ring" he said as he got up from his stool.
And he got up, walked across the street and into the store leaving me in the doorway of the the restaurant all over again.
Through the door and around the glare of the summer sun I could see only his reflection. I could see him pacing, I could see him giving a card, questioning the card, looking for another card and then I saw him leave the store, empty hands and head hung in defeat, my heart sank. Had he changed his mind in the five minutes since he left me?
"It wouldn't work. My card wouldn't work" he stated, disapointment seeping from his voice.
A quick trip to the bank to assure the overseas company that this wasn't a "suspicious" transaction and we were right back where we began. I was in the doorway of that restaurant, sangria in hand with the cool dusk air blowing on me as he was walking away, across the street and in to the store. I sat anxious, wondering if this was all a dream, yes we are both impulsive people, but...come on.
Before I was able to rationalize anything in my head I realized I had found the most amazing man while running in search of myself. I had abandoned all I knew only nine months before this moment, I had run searching for an answer and escaping my own demons, looking for everything but love for once in my life. And...what I found was amazing...my best friend. A man who treats me with respect, kindness and with whom I feel safe from the world. A man who I respect and who I look to with respet and admiration. A man who loves me for everything I am and I the same.
He reappeared, bag in hand and I instantly awoke from my haze,
"You cannot tell anyone about this. I have to ask your father and I will do that first. Seriously."
"Can I tell my mom?"
"No, no one", he answered in a stern and shaky voice.
We arrived back at my parents house to shower and get ready for dinner. I walked in, smiling ear to ear, letting the butterflies I had held captive all afternoon encircle me. "Come with me" I whispered as I leaned over my mothers shoulder.
The following hours were spent enjoying amazing champagne and amazing food, enjoying each other and the decion we had made together, enjoying some of our last hours together before we were separated for 2 months and rationalizing how he was going to go about telling my father.
Hours later he sat on my porch with my father. My mother and I sat in the bathroom, peeking out the window, watching as his face turned a little more pink, as he rubbed his hands on his jeans a little harder and as he began to speak in a more broken and anxious tone. In the midst of a pause in conversation he stated "I want to marry your daughter."
"You what?" The look on my fathers face was one of disbelief and immediate stress. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I want to marry her. I love her."
"I'm going to bed. Goodnight". And my father got up and walked across the deck making it into the house and into the kitchen with Daniel behind him "Ray, wait, you cant go to bed."
My father realized that indeed he was serious, returned to the porch and they talked and laughed.
An hour later I found myself with Daniel kneeling in front of me...asking...
"Would you marry me?"
It was a morning when I woke up next to Daniel in Lindsey's room while he was visiting on a summer break and he looked at me and asked "what do you want for your birthday?".
I had answered this question more than a few times in the weeks prior to this morning, on the beach, in Boston, over a few drinks. On this morning however, I let "I want diamonds" slip out between my lips.
"Really?" he asked looking a bit perplexed and relaxed all in the same motion, "Really" I answered in the high pitch tone I have taken on in Korea when saying that word, usually replacing the "r" with a "l".
"Well then lets go look at diamonds."
Trying to act as if there weren't 400 butterflies running rampant in my stomach I quickly took a shower and got dressed. Not knowing what the day would bring I called my mother, snuck onto the back porch and whispered in the phone.."we are going to look at diamonds".
Twenty minutes later I found myself in a quaint jewelery store, or more boutique, a place where each ring is one of a kind, no two rings are the same. I had seen rings in magazines which I always thought would be the one I would one day have placed on my finger, but after looking at the second ring, in the first case, two rows down from the top, I knew it was that ring I wanted to have on my finger forever. Always having been a woman who isn't affected by diamonds in the way many girls are, never wishing I had one and never spending alot of money on jewelry becuase I was fearful I would lose it, I wasn't aware of the feeling that comes with finding a piece of jewelry, one that will hold so much meaning and is breathtakingly beautiful. I then knew as I placed the ring on my finger that feeling.
Moments later the ring went back in the case, we walked out of the boutique and my heart stayed behind? I walked out on to the sidewalk trying to hide my disapointment wondering if this was all a surreal dream, was the man I had fallen in love with simply playing with my heart? Was this some crazy joke, a joke on my pretend birthday day.
We went to lunch and spoke of...I don't remember, I don't remember because I think I was still thinking about the ring. I was still thinking about whether I wanted to spend my life with him...something I hadn't even thought of prior to that morning, only three hours before I found myself in that jewelry store.
Was I crazy? We had been together for five months. We had only met each other nine months before that morning when I walked into the library in a country I had been in only a week and saw him standing behind a pile of books. I had gone into that library every day for three weeks after that, looking to run into the handsome boy in the grey jumper. Over the next few months we would see each other, each time a smile swept across our faces in the sort of way that your eyes know to blink, we didnt tell ourselved to smile, it was the only reaction we knew.
Now that the thought had been dangled in front of me and ripped away in one fluid motion, I realized I did want that. I realized that the comfort, attraction and affection I felt for him was genuine and not the unhealthy forced feelings I had felt in the past.I was sure...I wanted to spend my days and my nights with him, I wanted to grow old with him and most imporatantly, I wanted to love him forever.
We finished our lunches and headed to one of my favorite restaurants for some drinks, a restaurant that sits two brick sidewalks and one one lane road across from the jewelry store. We ordered our drinks and talked of our dinner plans for that evening, where we would eat, what we would do and in the middle of a normal pause in any conversation he looked at me and said "I want to buy that ring for you. I want to marry you".
Usually, I am someone that cant say "OK, this is what I want". This time however, I just sat silently and nodded my head.
"I'm going to go see how long it would take for them to make it your size."
And off he went, walking across the street and into the store leaving me with the summer breeze blowing in my face.
I ordered another sangria and nervously drank it quickly. As I was finishing it I saw him emerge from the store a few minutes later.
" Go see what size you are."
"Huh?" I asked, the butterflies becoming anxious to escape.
"It will take an hour. Just go."
And off I went. Walking across the street and into the store.
The man had barely got the ring back in the case when he saw me walk in, smiling, slowly losing the ability to contain my excitement. He sized my finger, smiled and I walked back across the street to where he sat, in the open doorway of the restaurant.
"All set?" He asked.
"Yes" I answered.
"I'm going to go buy the ring" he said as he got up from his stool.
And he got up, walked across the street and into the store leaving me in the doorway of the the restaurant all over again.
Through the door and around the glare of the summer sun I could see only his reflection. I could see him pacing, I could see him giving a card, questioning the card, looking for another card and then I saw him leave the store, empty hands and head hung in defeat, my heart sank. Had he changed his mind in the five minutes since he left me?
"It wouldn't work. My card wouldn't work" he stated, disapointment seeping from his voice.
A quick trip to the bank to assure the overseas company that this wasn't a "suspicious" transaction and we were right back where we began. I was in the doorway of that restaurant, sangria in hand with the cool dusk air blowing on me as he was walking away, across the street and in to the store. I sat anxious, wondering if this was all a dream, yes we are both impulsive people, but...come on.
Before I was able to rationalize anything in my head I realized I had found the most amazing man while running in search of myself. I had abandoned all I knew only nine months before this moment, I had run searching for an answer and escaping my own demons, looking for everything but love for once in my life. And...what I found was amazing...my best friend. A man who treats me with respect, kindness and with whom I feel safe from the world. A man who I respect and who I look to with respet and admiration. A man who loves me for everything I am and I the same.
He reappeared, bag in hand and I instantly awoke from my haze,
"You cannot tell anyone about this. I have to ask your father and I will do that first. Seriously."
"Can I tell my mom?"
"No, no one", he answered in a stern and shaky voice.
We arrived back at my parents house to shower and get ready for dinner. I walked in, smiling ear to ear, letting the butterflies I had held captive all afternoon encircle me. "Come with me" I whispered as I leaned over my mothers shoulder.
The following hours were spent enjoying amazing champagne and amazing food, enjoying each other and the decion we had made together, enjoying some of our last hours together before we were separated for 2 months and rationalizing how he was going to go about telling my father.
Hours later he sat on my porch with my father. My mother and I sat in the bathroom, peeking out the window, watching as his face turned a little more pink, as he rubbed his hands on his jeans a little harder and as he began to speak in a more broken and anxious tone. In the midst of a pause in conversation he stated "I want to marry your daughter."
"You what?" The look on my fathers face was one of disbelief and immediate stress. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I want to marry her. I love her."
"I'm going to bed. Goodnight". And my father got up and walked across the deck making it into the house and into the kitchen with Daniel behind him "Ray, wait, you cant go to bed."
My father realized that indeed he was serious, returned to the porch and they talked and laughed.
An hour later I found myself with Daniel kneeling in front of me...asking...
"Would you marry me?"
11.06.2007
...and my eyes go numb
Side note: this photo is to demonstrate Fan Death. It is said, that to explain many deaths which people believe were results of alcholism, binge drinking, too much soju consumption, police officers and doctors and the powers than be created "Fan Death", if someone was to fall asleep in front of a fan they would die.
Another afternoon, staring at this screen and fighting the urge to take a brief nap at my desk. What a change from last year, hours, schedule, people.
My hours...the are horrible for me who is not a morning person, 9-5...up at 7:15 is not good for my soul.
The people are wonderful, each day telling me how wonderful I am and filling my head with kind complements, "teacher you are so beautiful"...."teacher you have kind eyes"..."teacher i love you"....other teachers come in to my office, look at me, speak a bit in Korean to someone else and then look to me and say "your re more beautiful each day". Although I know they could be lying...I don't think I have ever entered a job in the states and had my co-workers tell me such things.
I teach four lessons a day. Each lesson is prepared for me, I download it, print it out and tweek it a bit then execute it four times in a row each day. Go figure, by 12:20 I am finished, by 12:25 I am at lunch with Daniel and by 1:35 I am back in my office trying to stay busy.
One downside...in the summer...there is no AC. In the winter, there is no heat and there are open windows and doors EVERYWHERE! I don't get it. Come one people, it is freezing!
Tuesday thru Thursday I am at my city school which is situated between "old down town"...seems newer than the "new down town" but I don't ask questions and the University where Daniel works. So each day we go to lunch at our favorite "Wory Mandu" where the grandmother like woman welcomes Lea with open arms (I have begun preparing Daniel for America when they will not be so welcoming to dogs in restaurants).
We then grab a coffee or a "fruits juice" from "Sand and Food", this sand which shop owned by a nice couple who's children attend my school. There seems to be an influx of coffee shops opening lately, with names ranging from "Tom n'Toms"-
the logo is very similar to that of Starbucks,to Tom's House- also another variation of Starbucks, Holly's Coffee, Coffee Holiday, Coffee Agoshi- which means old coffee man and our friend Eun Su's family recently opened "Ti-Amo", an Italian coffee and gelato cafe (the lemon is amazing and is the closest thing I have found to sorbet in this country). Today, as we stood outside Sand and Food we noticed a new sign inside "Tom's House" and a new sign to match going outside. Wondering if corporate Korea had taken over this mom and pop store we asked. As it turns, they are simply upgrading their product as it seems that these days there is more of a demand for coffee than for sandwiches. It seems lately Daniel and I fall asleep talking of what we will do with the future...we will go to the states and then what? For how long? What will we do for work. I think his angst is a little greater then mine being that he will be staying at my house for a bit in a new country, however, I too am beginning to feel the stress of moving back. Korea is a wonderful place to go to get away from it all, to do some soul searching and try to figure out which direction o go in. However, going in that direction is the hard part.
So, it is 3:30pm now, I will drink my third green tea, check my facebook, check my email and then slither out the door around 4:15....
11.05.2007
The Fuccons...
It has been a busy few weeks and so much has happened. I have been sick sick sick, traveled to each end of Korea and have woken up early far too many mornings in a row. Each morning the alarm goes off at 7:15, I get up, drink a cup of coffee, put it in the sick, at which point Daniel says "good morning babe- what time is it?" I answer with a quick 7:40 and jump in the shower. Daniel, who doesn't work until 5 on most days will sometimes muster up the energy to join Alroy and I on our morning ride to school, these mornings are usually mornings which are filled with come on, lets go, we are going to be late, hurry up, you can talk about it in the car. After years of thinking I was a morning person, I am finally admitting it, I AM NOT! No matter how early i try and go to bed, no matter how late I wake up, I am a bitch in the morning.
A few weeks ago we headed up to Seoul with 20 or so friends for a show at Walker Hill, John Digweed. Daniel and I headed up on Friday afternoon to beat the Saturday madness and get a good night of enjoying Seoul before the drunken madness began. Daniel and I wandered to Itaewon after getting a room at our favorite motel in Seoul, LIFESTYLES...4 hotels in a row, L-I-F-E...turns out E is not part of the chain, just kind of there. We had an amazing Greek Dinner after wandering up and down the street for 20 minutes checking out all the menus, When you live in Suncheon, so far from any food that remotely resembles deliciousness, it is a tough decision. On Saturday afternoon we went to our favorite restaurant with some friends, A Mediterranean hideaway, Gecko's Garden. The night before we actually stopped by there for drinks, where i gave Daniel a quick lesson on restaurant appartice and utensils. We are slowly trying to figure out what w\e want to do when we head back to the States, do we stay, do we stay at least until we have children, do we head to London, do we travel South America do we go to Hong Kong. Do we open a restaurant or does Daniel take his Masters with Honors and jump trades to be a plumber or carpenter? DECISIONS DECISIONS.
The next night we headed to Walker Hill with our friends that had joined us at the motel, costumes on we were ready to go. The show was amazing and Daniel got to meet Sir Digweed, his hero as he has come to call him. It was nice to see Daniel so happy, god-smacked almost, like a giddy school boy!
Around 5:30am I had had enough and I wandered in to the casino and played the slot machine. If it isn't enough that I am a foreigner in a mostly uniform society, at this point i was wearing a brigth pink wig and was falling out of my seat drunk. When I returned to tell Daniel my fun time was over and I was heading back to the hotel, he too wanted to try his hand in the casino. He walked out up $100 I walked out up $30.
This weekend was the Halloween Party, Daniel and Alroy aka DJ Parsnips put this party on last year and this year Alycia and I just helped get it ready. I of course began getting the flu and headed home a but early, it was fun ever the less.
Last night, Daniel and I sat on the couch, both sick with the nasty colds that come along with the bone chilling Korean winter, and we were amazed at what we were watching......."The Fuccons" a TV show, in which there are these mannequin like statues, the father has this creepy cross eyed look and a horrible under bite. The mother is constantly gasping...madness. Needless to say, in last nights episode, the little boy is in the room with a much older woman, who is, slowly undressing. With the news of the pedophile in Korea and the absolute inappropriateness of this show...how on earth does this make it on the air on TV? I can understand being able ot buy the DVD (which you can on Ebay) but on cable?
My students are unruly and today I walked out of class with two cellphones, four drumsticks, 2 pencil holders and a fist full of anger....
1. The students don't listen, to me or the Korean teachers
2. They talk over me, over each other and over and over.
3. They kick each other to the ground...there is nothing wrong with this here.
4. At this time, in winter, they all have runny noses and gross hands and like to run up to me and touch me.
5. I am sick and this week they are all just bothersome.
10.31.2007
ma chigi bung bung...ma chigi!
So over the past few weeks I have learned some valuable lessons and experienced some new and exciting things:
A trip to Seoul made me realize how impatient I truly can be...as well as enlightened me to the fact that I am not made for a big dirty city!
I saw my first "love cock" exhibition in a subway in Seoul, can you think of a better place to display such a thing?
I have mastered the art of wasting between 5 and ten hours a day on the Internet searching between Facebook, Hotmail, Myspace, CNN and People.com.
I have shown a Korean family of four the art of pumpkin carving and they are now convinced it is a "ritual" or "ceremony", I said it was just for fun, they chose not to believe me.
I have had my breast felt by both a Korean woman and a Korean man...asked by the woman doctor, "does your partner suck very hard on your nipple?". Ummm...no.
I have tried to explain over the phone why I was at the doctors and resorted to saying, after 10 minutes of lost explanations, "My breast is sick. I will show you tomorrow."
I have taken an ice cold shower.
I have eaten Dukgook...(rice cake soup and my all time favorite meal) a record 30 times since coming back to Korea. To Koreans, each time they eat this meal the become a year older, that has me at 57....I wonder what happens when I hit 100.
I have taught Korean children how to play 4 square and am now trying to remaster it as I did in Middle School.
I have come to the realization and admitted that I need Daniel in my life. I think I have known since I met him, however, for the first time when I was sick it was him that I instinctively needed to hold my hand.
I have realized that I have become my mother constantly asking "does that belong there".
Its been a week!!! Pictures and more to come!
A trip to Seoul made me realize how impatient I truly can be...as well as enlightened me to the fact that I am not made for a big dirty city!
I saw my first "love cock" exhibition in a subway in Seoul, can you think of a better place to display such a thing?
I have mastered the art of wasting between 5 and ten hours a day on the Internet searching between Facebook, Hotmail, Myspace, CNN and People.com.
I have shown a Korean family of four the art of pumpkin carving and they are now convinced it is a "ritual" or "ceremony", I said it was just for fun, they chose not to believe me.
I have had my breast felt by both a Korean woman and a Korean man...asked by the woman doctor, "does your partner suck very hard on your nipple?". Ummm...no.
I have tried to explain over the phone why I was at the doctors and resorted to saying, after 10 minutes of lost explanations, "My breast is sick. I will show you tomorrow."
I have taken an ice cold shower.
I have eaten Dukgook...(rice cake soup and my all time favorite meal) a record 30 times since coming back to Korea. To Koreans, each time they eat this meal the become a year older, that has me at 57....I wonder what happens when I hit 100.
I have taught Korean children how to play 4 square and am now trying to remaster it as I did in Middle School.
I have come to the realization and admitted that I need Daniel in my life. I think I have known since I met him, however, for the first time when I was sick it was him that I instinctively needed to hold my hand.
I have realized that I have become my mother constantly asking "does that belong there".
Its been a week!!! Pictures and more to come!
10.07.2007
To Busan and back on 160,000 won
I don't know how I did it, considering my spending, especially when traveling can get out of hand, but I successfully made it to the other side of the country, shopped, ate, partied, slept comfortably and returned with only spending 160,000. I am well proud of myself.
On a less happier note, I have realized each Monday that I am behind trucks filled with chickens, stacked cage upon cage, maybe 14 high, where are they going? and now, after realzing what it is that is blowing into my car, I now have to drive to work with my windows up! Today when I leave I will tell my boss I will be 10 minutes late as to avoid being stuck behind the truck.
I also saw a random cow today, would have a picture but I forgot my camera at home!
Other than that, I am here in the library at my country school, bored out of my mind and very angry that Greys Anatomy hasn't been posted on line by anyone who does not speak french yet...come on!!!!!
Off to try and get some work done!!!
On a less happier note, I have realized each Monday that I am behind trucks filled with chickens, stacked cage upon cage, maybe 14 high, where are they going? and now, after realzing what it is that is blowing into my car, I now have to drive to work with my windows up! Today when I leave I will tell my boss I will be 10 minutes late as to avoid being stuck behind the truck.
I also saw a random cow today, would have a picture but I forgot my camera at home!
Other than that, I am here in the library at my country school, bored out of my mind and very angry that Greys Anatomy hasn't been posted on line by anyone who does not speak french yet...come on!!!!!
Off to try and get some work done!!!
10.01.2007
Fat Dog
That is what the t-shirt of this chubby little fifth grade boy read...Fat Dog. I asked them to pick their favorite food and then I listed off about ten items asking them to raise their hands when they heard the one they liked the most, this little child raised his hand ten times, each time with more and more enthusiasm. Too cute!
The weather has gotten warmer it seems, tomorrow is "Korea Day" and so we will head to the beach.
This morning we woke up a little more tired than usual, Daniel gave me his shpeel about why we really should sleep with the glass sliding door closed...noise...lights etc. and explained how last night was louder than usual. I just shook my head in agreement as it seems that we have this same discussion each morning.
As it turns out, once I got in the car with my friend Alroy he asked if I had heard the huge crash last night. Turns out there was a three car pile up...not on the highway but in our small parking lot!
Because of the way Korean people park, they block each other in, parallel park in between one another in a jigsaw puzzle format, doors unlocked, cars in neutral...some idiot pulled in, slammed into one of the cars which in turn smacked into the other making for a chain reaction...needless to say, the guy drove off leaving ga pile of damaged cars.
I refuse to park in the parking lot and will instead drive around for a half an hour looking for a spot. I have made the mistake of thinking I was in a place where I would not be blocked in only to come out the next morning and see how very wrong I was. Thankfully, in each Korean windshield there is a tiny pillow with the owners phone number crocheted in to it...genus.
Off to a Wednesday vacation...asssssa~!
xj
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