I'm still not entirely sure how we met you or your little Zac Efron friend as the details of how Saturday night became Sunday morning are still a little hazy...
I stepped onto the deck of Sajik swimming pool and felt a sharp pain in my foot. It faded quickly and walked, limping a little, to the pool and swam. I limped back to the changeroom and had a look at my foot but couldn’t see anything. Later, at work but before classes started and students arrived, I had another look. I pulled out this little piece of broken glass – the lines on the paper are the standard distance apart for a notebook (click to bigify).
Modern architecture in Korea is pretty good around the Gangnam area. I don't know much about art in general, but I appreciate buildings that look nice. Science is useful and art is aesthetic, so I guess architecture is one of those times when the two fields meet.
The festival will be held from March 31 (fireworks on the evening of the 30th) to April 9. As I recall, from twelve years ago, the whole town is tinged pink by sunlight traveling through the leaves, and a veritable snow of blossom petals lines the roads.
I seem to recall the Navy base being open during the festival and, in fact, it is also a celebration of Admiral Yi Soon-shin.
Korean Tourism has some information and links to a report of the 2007 festival.
I'm sure that by many cultural standards, my baby nephew is in fact, not the cutest baby in the whole world. In fact, I'm sure that every single other new parent in the world disagrees with me.
Picture Costco (or your favorite superstore) on a Sunday. Now add several hundred people throwing elbows and driving bumper carts. Voila! You have an idea of what Costco is like on a Sunday. I normally try to get any sort of grocery shopping done after work during the week but Costco is just too far away for me to want to deal with that on a weekday. I added myself to my Mom's account back in September but I hadn't taken advantage of that yet. My burning desire for Oreos** and Eggo waffles finally caved me.They didn't have Eggo waffles like the Costco in Seoul! It was tragic.
My readjustment to Canadian culture is a work in progress. For the most part I'm doing okay:
I have not yet left a restaurant without tipping.
I haven't searched in vain for a garbage beside the toilet in which to dispose of my toilet paper.
I haven't elbowed any seniors in a fight to get on any form of public transit (this is probably in part due to the fact that Canadian seniors appear far more feeble than their Korean counterparts, but I'm still counting it as a success).
Last Wednesday I woke to snow and wind. Even in winter, Busan rarely sees the white stuff fall–in March it’s unheard of. Morning classes were cancelled, so I indulged in a long skype with Melissa and then a slow walk to school, pausing to capture the images I had been rushing past all the other mornings. The camera always makes me stop and see. Hope you enjoy the visuals as much as I did!
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