Sunday, August 31

I Love Korea (vol. II)

It was Chloe's birthday on Friday.



She's the one in the tiara. Her mom brought in that enormous cake from Tous Les Jour, along with party favors, fruit, crackers, juice, chicken nuggets, cookies, and a frappuccino for me. All the kids brought Chloe presents wrapped in shiny pink paper.

After work, I hurried to the bus stop and caught the bus, then the subway, to Osan, where my new friend JR took me flying! Normally, he flies enormous helicopters, but he took me up in a tiny two-seater that looked like nothing more than a jalopy with wings. He even let me steer. Korea at night--beautiful from the air.

Yesterday, I met June's friend Kyoung-Tae in Seoul, where she showed me the performing arts center (I plan to see the opera or the symphony or ballet or something while I'm here). We had some traditional Korean food called bibimbap. They give you rice in a big bowl and a plate of vegetables that you scrape in with it and stir it around with some spicy red paste. I also had a little bowl of bright pink water to sip from a spoon--kimchi water.

Kyoung-Tae is the most adorable, spunky Korean girl I've ever met. She's lived in Switzerland and India, and she can walk for three hours in high heels. She taught me important phrases like Who, What, When, Where, Why, How Much, Would You Like to Dance, and Bug Bite.

This is us in front of Korea's national flower at one of the many palaces within Seoul.



There was some sort of festival going on downtown. The vendors in the tents sold things like dried, flattened fish and tentacle-y things.



This is a landmark that my co-workers tried to explain to me before--a pink and blue spiral seashell, they said:



Later on Saturday, I went back to Seoul (Itaewon, more precisely) for salsa dancing. That makes a total of five or six hours of commuting in one day. But, for me, dancing is always worth it.

Today, I'm resting. Tuesday, my new classes begin.

Wednesday, August 27

She Walks Like a Duck...

A group of high schoolers still in their uniforms passed me and Emily in a hall tonight. "Hi," said one boy with thick black eyebrows. He translated a bit of the menu we were looking at as he passed. Following his friends out the door, he turned around and, with a raise of his eyebrows, told us, "you are very beautiful, okay?"

Okay.

It is interesting to me that when you see a white person here, you may assume that he or she speaks English, and I would say your assumption proves true about 99% of the time. Whereas, if I were in Denver, I would never assume that an Asian-looking man spoke Chinese or Korean or Japanese. Nor do I even find it safe to assume that a Latin-looking person in Denver speaks Spanish.

Canny Village -- field trip!

Buses and partners and uniforms, ah to be in kindergarten. Today, we visited a children's recycling museum...thing. Ahem - Canny Village!

Meet my morning class:



Meet Canny:




The girls entertained themselves with a hand-clapping game on the bus.

T-Shirt Bliss

This is the t-shirt I bought for two bucks yesterday.



"GLAMROUS YARD
FORGIVE YOUR
ENERMIES
But, Never
FORGET
THEIR NAMES"

And the back:


"GLOBAL YARD
Fly in the
face of mind
Wall
SOMEBODY MUST PLAY
PARTS IN THIS WORLD
GRAND OFF THE STREET
THE GREATEST OBSTATN
Somebody is an indefinite
pronoun used in a sentence:
I don't know who did it"

I laughed all the way down the street with my purchase.