Full of Food

Sorry for the delayed post everyone.

China Town

Last night Dr. Kwon asked me if I wanted to go with Jun to a Chinese restaurant. I said, "Sure!" thinking that it would be an hour-long excursion to a local eatery. Little did I realize that it would be a forty-minute commute. Instead of going directly to eat, however, we visited Jun's grandparents (Dr. Kwon's parents) and his grandfather and Ceri went with us. We ended up going to Icheon, a coastal city near the outskirts of Seoul.

Apparently, Icheon has a Chinatown like that of San Francisco. We ate at a pretty nice Chinese restaurant. We had typical noodles and sauce, and then went back to the grandparent's apartment. I glanced at my watch. It was already 9 PM. I told Ingrid that I'd call her at around 10 or 11 PM. Hopefully I could get out of there on time.

I knew I was in trouble when the grandfather asked me if I wanted to take a shower.

Turns out that I stayed the night in their apartment, which was nice because they had a complete guestroom and everything all set up and I got to take a shower and spend the evening relaxing. For those of you wondering, I called Ingrid from there and even checked my e-mail.

French Food

The next day Jun and I woke up and had eggs(!) for breakfast and his grandmother took us back to Dr. Kwon's apartment. Unfortunately, the eggs and the stop-and-go traffic of rush-hour Seoul didn't agree with me and I got pretty car sick. Actually really car sick. I went and crashed in my bed for about three hours of fitful sleep. Yay for days that I get nearly 12 hours of sleep...

Dr. Kwon had been up late writing a paper for a Korean Traditional Music conference tomorrow morning, and so she woke up at around 11 and asked if I wanted to go get some pizza. Understand that I have been craving pizza since I got here, and so I jumped at the chance. I was expecting to drive to Papa Johns or Pizza Hut or something, but instead we drove to an area of Seoul where all the French people live. We ate at this nice French place and had pizza and a seafood-noodle dish. I'm continually surprised at how nice these people are!

Eating

While we're on the subject of eating, I should let you know: I eat out a lot here. It's good food, and I'm glad for the opportunities that people give me, but I'd say that I only know about 70% of what I'm eating. Otherwise, it's a total guess as to what I'm actually putting in my mouth. It's good though, and I think I can handle another five weeks of this.

That's all I have for now; I'm off to work in about half an hour and the rest of my night is going to be packed. So... peace out A-town.

---CJ