No one took a picture of me scaling the building, so I thought I'd provide you with this visual.
It's been an interesting few days. Brooke, I hope you'll accept Facebook status updates/pictures in place of blogging daily. lol
Today, I had lunch with the nutrition teacher (she teaches students how to cook nutritious meals... why did I never have this class? lol). It happened like most of my going-out-to-eat-with-a-Korean-person experiences. She asked me if I wanted to have lunch, I said yes, and then we got in her car and she just started driving, with no mention of where we were going, what we were eating, or how far away this place was. lol I don't bother asking anymore. If I ask what we're eating, I rarely understand the translation. If I ask where we're going, I rarely understand the explanation. So, we just get in the car and drive. It's kind of nice lol
We had fried pork cutlets covered in some kind of really good barbeque-ish sauce. Also, a small serving of cold spaghetti (a lot of things here that I expect to be warm turn out to be cold) on the side, with rolls and jam and coffee. It was pretty good. Better than the fish soup, rice and spicy fermented cabbage I'm used
Sweet Egg Bread
Gyeranbang, and the stand I bought it from. Imagine a boiled egg in the middle of a warm, dry honey bun.
to eating five days a week.
If you read my Facebook, you'll know that after lunch, I went home early to find that the battery in my electronic number pad had died, and I was locked out. I thought I'd go have a glass of wine while some repairman came and fixed the problem, but I was told to stay where I was and wait. I tried everything, even scaling the outside of my apartment to try to climb in through the window, to no avail. A couple staff members from school came to help me, and it turned out all I needed to do was press a 9V battery up against the number pad to give it just enough power for me to open it one time. I was unamused. I could have fallen trying to get in my window! It was locked, anyway.
After dance and Pilates class, a man followed me home. I knew he was following me, because when I crossed the street, so did he, and I crossed the same street several times to be sure. I got out my camera and started taking pictures of the "scenery" behind me (i.e. HIM). He
On the way to Anapji Pond
we stumbled upon this little treasure. Cheomseongdae observatory. I planned to go in it, but it had those annoying little "Do not enter" signs around it.
made a quick left into an alley when I pulled that one. Do I have some kind of sign on my back that says, "Korean men, please follow me?"
Yesterday, two men, almost back-to-back, followed me while I was shopping. The first one was about my age, but the second one looked like a middle school student, I swear. Neither of them spoke English, so I ended up just saying, "Hangul aniyo" (this literally means "Korean no") over and over again until they stopped following me. Rude!
Anyay, that was Sunday. Saturday was amazing. I went to GyeongJu, the "museum without walls" with my friends, Hannah, Jessica and Mai. Again, if you read my Facebook, you'll know there was a small issue on the way there... or, should I say, on the way to Daegu, which is in the opposite direction of GyeongJu from where I live. I caught the wrong train, but I fixed it as soon as I found out, which was about a half hour after I boarded the train.
I was on the train, and I texted Hannah to ask her what car she was in. When she got back to me, she said she was in the same car as me! I looked arond the train car, but didn't see her. I texted again. She gave me her seat number, and I gave her mine. I walked over to where her seat should have been, and it was empty. Then, she called me. It was then I realized my mistake, and I was laughing so hard, I could barely tell Hannah the situation. It turned out, she had walked over to where she thought I was sitting, and found an elderly man instead. Ah, memories.
GyeongJu was gorgeous. Had a weird encounter with a cab driver. He told us not to go to Anapji Pond until the sun set (it lights up), so we went to the National Museum first. A museum with walls in the museum without walls... interesting lol There were lots of cool things there, and we learned a little about Korean history (very little, actually... I was distracted taking pictures).
Afterwards, we headed to the area near Anapji Pond. We had samgyupsal (three-layered pork) for dinner, and then walked over to the pond. On the way, we saw giant mounds and lots of trees that were lit with bright white and orange lights underneath them. The mounds were above-ground tombs, and there was a walking trail through the trees. But, as three women alone at night in a foreign country, we decided to skip the wooded area.
We found some street food (gyeranbang - sweet egg cake) and finally got to Anapji Pond, which as gorgeous. Unfortunately, my camera had some difficulty capturing said beauty in the dark, so you may be better off just Googling Anapji Pond to get some really cool pics. I'll post pics on here as soon as I get more.
After snapping enough pictures of the famous pond, we caught a bus back to the train station. It was really good timing. A bus pulled up as we walked on the sidewalk, looking for a taxi. I had done a little research and was pretty sure this bus went to the train station, so we confirmed it, and then hopped on as it was leaving. Indiana Jones style.. again!
I feel really lucky to have such great friends here, and I can't wait to see them again! Who knows, maybe a trip to the beach is in order. If the weather holds up, that is. Pohang, Busan, I'm looking at you! I hope you enjoyed reading my blog. If you need me, you know where I'll be... on my balcony with a nice glass of Moscato.
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