Midweek... Really?! Woah.

Time is flying. Really really really flying. I'm just left breathless. It is the middle of the week already, but I feel like Sunday just happened moments ago.

Yoga yesterday was sooooo difficult. My body just stopped working. I had felt off all day and the pinnacle was body design. There were parts of the class that I literally couldn't even force myself today. This left me in corpse and baby pose a good deal.

I am about to run out of oatmeal. What does this mean? This means that if I want another gianormous box (which is all that is available here) I have to find time to travel across Daegu to COSTCO. COSTCO here is even higher stress than back in the states. Finding time to do that will be interesting. This Sunday I REALLY want to rest, like, stay home all day, rest. I said two weekends ago that my day was shaping up like that, but I ended up heading to Daegu for late night shinanigans. My body needs a day of rest. For reals.

Sunday was Gyeongju. It was beautiful. There will be pictures. Eventually. Haha. I didn't bring a camera, but Jeter did. So he will send them to me, maybe this coming weekend. We biked from the bus station to Boemun Lake to downtown and then back to the bus station. We ate so much; it was very silly. Also, I went out drinking on Saturday night, so my energy was loooow. We ate our picnic lunch, Gyeongju bread (from a very famous shop with an hour wait when we went. So we paid to pick it up in the evening. By then the wait was two hours. We were so glad to have paid in advance.), and ice cream. My butt is bruised. I managed to score a bike that had a really hard seat aaaaaand the seat kept sliding down towards the frame of the bike. Sweet. That was tedious to fix and hard on my thighs when I was too lazy to stop and yank it back up. The lake was beautiful, but I think the area near the observatory was more beautiful. There was a massive field of yellow flowers and a hill behind it lined with cherry blossoms. I think I experienced my first overt racism here. Jeter and I parked out bikes and walked to a wall maybe 100 feet away to take pictures. The bikes were to our backs. When we finished, we turned around and someone had placed a rock on my seat. It was about the size of a croissant. Jeter picked it up and put it back on the ground and then wiped the dust off of my seat. I think some people don't like the idea of a Korean and foreigner being together. I didn't take it personally though. Racist acts aren't about the individual. They are about an image of a collective. The acts are usually driven by misplaced and confused emotions. I just took a breath, looked around, smiled at Jeter and we hoped on our bikes and continues on our journey. I am well aware of the PDA (public displays of affection) rules here, IE, only hand-holding is acceptable for the most part, except in big cities and even that is sometimes frowned at. People do kiss in public and cuddle, but they will get flack for it. Jeter and I had no body contact around the time of the inccident, but my gut told me/is telling me that the act was motivated by the two fo us being together.

I may be goingto Duk-do in May. I have applied for a position. Only 40 teachers will go. There is a 3-day EPIK gathering, where we will learn about the history of Duk-do and what is currently happening. We will visit Duk-do and in the end write a 5 page paper about the island. I am very curious to go. The island is such an important issue here. It is up there with North Korea's nuclear power research/testing. I'll find out in two weeks, if I get accepted. It would be interesting to do a lesson with my students afterwards. After getting to go to the island and emerse myself with the emotions and history of the place...

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