Hi again all you bloggers! How is life treating you? I hope you put on your smile today or at least wore a t-shirt with a smile (I actually don't have one so I am constantly smiling aside from when I sleep or am meditative).
Well my trip to South Korea is still teaming with excitement. Everyday, adventure is lurking (or maybe it's springing) around the corner. And I accept it's challenge head on. Now I know what you are thinking-no I have not jumped off any cliffs or gone skinnydipping. I haven't done anything nude aside from showering. No my adventures are more centered on exploring this great city everyone likes to call Seoul. I would tell you all of my adventures but then you might be at the computer for hours and then you would really have no life or you would need to go to the bathroom or you would need to eat and I don't want to keep you from that at all.
So I'll just tell you of my mini-adventure today. I went on my favorite subway line-the Green one to City Hall...and got married. It was a very quiet ceremony. Abby took the day off and served as the witness. Just Kidding!!!!!
I really did get off at the City Hall station where I took a nice walk to the Art Museum. On the lower level were Korean artists displaying monsters as humans-it was very interesting. In addition, there were english explanations of the paintings-thank goodness! On the second and third floor was their premier exhibition-Renoir. I've always been a fan of his nudes because they aren't the skinny minnies you see in today's culture. Every time I look at his nude paintings (this makes me sound like a pervert), I always think this gal finally ate something. There were over one hundred paintings in the museum of his, most of them weren't nude but that didn't make them any less interesting. However the explanations were in Korean (I know shocker)...and French. So I stared at the little white plaques for pretty much twenty minutes trying to figure out what the heck this dancing picture could mean.
After this, I went to the largest outdoor souvenior place in Seoul that I've been to and went crazy with gifts for the family. I think my Grandmother with love her gift-she uses them everyday. I wanted to buy something for everyone but one tiny drop fell on the ground and suddenly the street was in an uproar. The shops all closed up and people were running frantically to the subway station. I will probably go back because I still have to find something for a teenage boy, my father, and my grandfather. Although I might get something for Gramps at the Korean War memorial tomorrow.
So after this, I figured there's really no point in my staying here unless I'd like to recreate Gene Kelly's "Singing in the Rain." I decided might as well go on the subway back to Abby's and write this fabulous blog. Big Mistake! Every Korean in downtown Seould must've been in that subway stop and every Korean seemed to be going towards Incheon-oh joy! Now since I was feeling adventurous, I figured I'd join the mass of Koreans plow into the subway. Well, my body was pressed against the glass door (I got up close and personal with my Nikon) and I suddenly knew what Korean BO smelled like. Luckily about 1/4 of them got off at the next stop so then I could breathe. I was never so happy though when they called Sungnae (Abby's stop). I belted out of there. But on the bright side, I now know how many Koreans it takes to fill up a subway!
Hope everyone is peachy! I'll try to keep you posted on my life. I haven't heard from Juicebox yet so I hope he's okay.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Hello From Korea
Hi Everyone!
It's been such a long time since I've blogged that I'm sure everyone was in tears! Don't worry I'm okay. Actually I'm better than okay! I'm in Korea if you can believe it! Don't worry, Juicebox did not kick me out of my own apartment, although I did leave him in charge so I'm a tad worried. In any case, I'm typing to you now from Bucheon, South Korea (don't worry I don't plan on crossing the border-lol-that could be applied in America too). I arrived pretty late on Sunday night. Since then I've become quite familiar with the subway system-been riding and rolling. I've also become quite familiar with Seoul (the capital). Abby lives about an hour (not even) from the center. So I've been going on excursions there nearly everyday. Let me tell you it is such a great city. It has these fourteenth century palaces mixed with huge skyscrapers!
Aside from that, I visited a Buddhist Palace today. I actually got a private tour. I went into the tourism office (if you can call it that, it was tiny) requesting a brochure. This old cheerful woman that looked like a Korean troll asked where I was from and I said California. Then she kept saying orange and Hollywood. I nodded and a young woman came out from behind me (Koreans are very very quiet) and offered to give me a tour free of charge. The old woman came with us and the two of them explained the temple and all the practices. Afterwards she said I could walk around because that's what foreigners like to do (she had many odd stereotypes about foreigners) but don't disturb the Buddhists because they cannot be distracted. I really wanted to take pictures of the prayer and the four huge drums but I figured this would be disrupting their sacred space so I kept my Nikon in the backpack. As I left, the old tour guide (her name was Mi-Sa although she couldn't pronounce my name) asked if I was travelling alone. I then explained to her that Abby, my friend, is teaching in Bucheon. I really wanted to walk around Seoul some more and find some Buddhist souveniours (the hats are darling), but she took my hand and led me to the subway station. Of course as I thanked her in Korean (or my version of it-she kind of gave me this very odd look of why the heck does this foreigner even try) and she responded by showing me a picture of her son. That's another big thing in Korea I've discovered-random parents trying to set you up with their sons. (Somehow the language barrier would be a problem). I shook my head, thanked her (in English, she seemed to respond better to this), then headed on my way to the Station and back to Bucheon.
Oh and on a sidenote to any bookworms-English books are 20 bucks here in most bookstores because they are imported so I was shocked today to find "Little Women" for four dollars. Now I have to read it! Goodbye everyone and hope everyone is having a great summer!
It's been such a long time since I've blogged that I'm sure everyone was in tears! Don't worry I'm okay. Actually I'm better than okay! I'm in Korea if you can believe it! Don't worry, Juicebox did not kick me out of my own apartment, although I did leave him in charge so I'm a tad worried. In any case, I'm typing to you now from Bucheon, South Korea (don't worry I don't plan on crossing the border-lol-that could be applied in America too). I arrived pretty late on Sunday night. Since then I've become quite familiar with the subway system-been riding and rolling. I've also become quite familiar with Seoul (the capital). Abby lives about an hour (not even) from the center. So I've been going on excursions there nearly everyday. Let me tell you it is such a great city. It has these fourteenth century palaces mixed with huge skyscrapers!
Aside from that, I visited a Buddhist Palace today. I actually got a private tour. I went into the tourism office (if you can call it that, it was tiny) requesting a brochure. This old cheerful woman that looked like a Korean troll asked where I was from and I said California. Then she kept saying orange and Hollywood. I nodded and a young woman came out from behind me (Koreans are very very quiet) and offered to give me a tour free of charge. The old woman came with us and the two of them explained the temple and all the practices. Afterwards she said I could walk around because that's what foreigners like to do (she had many odd stereotypes about foreigners) but don't disturb the Buddhists because they cannot be distracted. I really wanted to take pictures of the prayer and the four huge drums but I figured this would be disrupting their sacred space so I kept my Nikon in the backpack. As I left, the old tour guide (her name was Mi-Sa although she couldn't pronounce my name) asked if I was travelling alone. I then explained to her that Abby, my friend, is teaching in Bucheon. I really wanted to walk around Seoul some more and find some Buddhist souveniours (the hats are darling), but she took my hand and led me to the subway station. Of course as I thanked her in Korean (or my version of it-she kind of gave me this very odd look of why the heck does this foreigner even try) and she responded by showing me a picture of her son. That's another big thing in Korea I've discovered-random parents trying to set you up with their sons. (Somehow the language barrier would be a problem). I shook my head, thanked her (in English, she seemed to respond better to this), then headed on my way to the Station and back to Bucheon.
Oh and on a sidenote to any bookworms-English books are 20 bucks here in most bookstores because they are imported so I was shocked today to find "Little Women" for four dollars. Now I have to read it! Goodbye everyone and hope everyone is having a great summer!
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