Sports Day: Take Two

For those of you following me, you'll know that last year's sports day was disastrous for me (for a quick laugh at my expense see my post from October 23, 2009 before reading on).  Slightly apprehensive this time around, I was desperate to find any excuse not to partake in the teacher's relay race this time. Unfortunately, the Vice Principal at my school can be quite persuasive and I'll admit, slightly scary. She asked informed me that I would indeed be running in today's race. Fabulous.

Sport's Day events here in Korea are quite the affair. Every school holds them twice a year, from elementary to high school levels. The students prepare for weeks for the main event. With the white tents up the day starts at precisely 09:00 am. First thing on the agenda: the 100 meter dash.

All students compete in the race, and boys and girls compete in the same heat. 

First place winners are awarded a solid prize.

There's the hand-off to the first place winner in the girls heat. 

The students are totally stoked to win the grand prize.

As with many things that are slightly strange here in Korea- so are some of the prizes they give out the kids. I heard through the native teacher grapevine that some of the prizes happen to be useful household objects. One school gave out rolls of toilet paper (and it wasn't even two-ply). 

 And there you have it- you are indeed seeing what you think! They gave out correction tape to the lucky lucky winners at our school!

Once the students have rested after their big efforts at the dash, we moved on to the second event: shoe throwing (there must be a better translation than that- but that's all I got). Essentially, each class of 40 or so students lines up together and on the count of 3, each student tosses one of their shoes toward a painted circle in the field. The student closest to the middle of the circle wins ( I think they handed out post it notes for this one). 

Next comes the group skipping contest, followed by lunch. After eating, the students get geared up for the most anticipated event of the day: the relay race.

First they do a mock relay, where students must pick up random items (huge water jug, sand bag, and larger-than-life batons, some kids even had to take off and put on pants.  Then it gets really serious.   I didn't get to watch too much of the student's competition, because I was pulled aside by my Vice Principal and a male co-teacher who insisted we stretch out before our race. I had no choice but to comply (and here I thought the students were competitive!).

They also repeated more times than necessary that I was not allowed sliding in this year's relay race. With every stretch they muttered (in the most gentlest manner), "Cynthia- no sliding? Okay?" Yup. Got it. Okay. Okay.

... And then we were off! My Vice Principal started us off and I was the fourth one up! We didn't place first, but instead came in close second- a sad disappointment for my Vice Principal but a fantastic finish for myself for not haven fallen during the race.

Don't worry I beat her coming out of the turn.

The students and teachers celebrated  my perfect run with cheers and laughter.  Personally, I think they were all ecstatic that I didn't kill myself this time round. 

 

Take me out to the Ball Game!

Baseball is recognized as the all American sport. Turns out that this bat-and-ball sport is also heavily loved by Koreans. The Korea Baseball Organization (KBO) is South Korea's professional baseball league. The teams are usually named after huge Korean companies that own them. Here in Daegu- it's the Samsung Lions that capture the fans.

I've never really been a huge fan of baseball, but for something to do I agreed to go to a Samsung Lions game a couple of weeks ago.

Standing amongst the large crowds gathered at the ticket gate, I was shocked to see the ticket price for the game. For a mere 6,000 won (that's approx $5.50 USD) you are given a ticket and the opportunity to pick a seat anywhere around the stadium. Back home, a ticket to any MLB game is roughly $50.00!  Having come with plenty of extra money, I was eager to get in and hit the snack stands selling typical baseball fare: beer and hot dogs.

Turns out, here in Korea the snack stands flank the outskirts of the stadium. There are no beer guys hollering out to the stands! Instead, vendors line the streets with their make shift coolers filled with ice, where you can choose soda, water, beer and of course, the Korean drink of choice: Soju.  You can purchase beer for about 2,000 won (that's $1.50).

As you walk the line, fried chicken fumes waft in the air. Food vendors sell fried chicken, ramen, roasted potatoes, chips, roasted larvae, fish sticks and fried squid. Yup, you read that correctly- the typical all American baseball staple is absent among the rows of vendors. Who goes to a ball game and chows down on fried squid?? Oh, right- the Koreans do!  As we settled on some fried chicken and Soju we made our way into the park to catch the game.

Watching the game proved to be more of a social gathering for the handful of foreigners nestled in our seats at right center field. As the Lions dominated the game, we cheered and clapped with the entire crowd. The cheers sounded vaguely familiar, although, they too of course were in enthusiasticaklly sung in Korean! It took awhile for us to catch the tune, but we mumbled along with the lot of them!

As the  fans cheered on we watched with enthusiasm and took some time outs to run back to the vendors to get a few more beers. The highlights of the game included watching the cheerleaders 4 Korean women dancing in skanky outfits (which they change every inning it seems) and holding our breath for a few of the home runs heading overhead.

From what I've heard it's become quite a tradition in America for people to head out to the ball game with their own glove, in hopes of catching themselves a souvenir.


The home run hits here in Korea appear to be few and far between, but nevertheless they do happen and as I was about to find out people go a little mad in an attempt to catch a ball off the bat of a pro.

Heading back up to the stands from the washroom, I caught a glimpse of the home run hit over my head. The ball landed with a thud about a meter away from me. Not being a huge baseball fan, it took a few moments to register that this was a game ball, and that I should really really want to pick this up, because that's what people do.

As I quickly snapped into action, my hands curled around the ball to pick it up. As I grasped the ball, a Korean man, lunged over me from behind and hip-checked me out of the way. He triumphantly grinned at me and sauntered off  showcasing the ball "he" just caught to the crowds. As I glared at him while he took his seat again, I did not move. I instead, decided to stand there with narrowed eyes and stared at him. I may have shouted some obscenities, but in the heat of the moment I do not recall my actions that followed.  In the end, I think my death stares worked, because he looked from me to the rest of my foreigner friends looking appalled in their seats (most of whom were of course men).  Instead of tossing the ball back to me, still planted where I "caught" the ball, he threw it over to one one of my male friends in the stands. Slightly annoyed, I didn't truly care that much- let's face it- even if he had thrown it back to me (it's rightful owner) I would have probably given it up to the highest bidder.  Either way, I took a photo opportunity to capture the moment of "catching" a ball off the bat of a Samsung Lions pro!

Time Flies

It's hard to believe that today marks exactly eight months since I started teaching in Korea. It's even harder to think that my contract will over and I'll be heading back home in four! Today is the day the EPIK program requires you to decide whether you're staying or going.  For some it's been a tough decision, but this adventure ends here for me. It had always been a one a year plan, something I'd always wanted to do and now that I've done it- it's time to return home.

Now, if were in my early twenties I would be renewing my contract without a doubt. The perks alone (money, extra vacation) are enough to keep you grounded. If you live within your means you can save enough to pay off your student loans and possibly even enough for a down payment for a home.

The experience has been truly amazing- and once you get into the swing of things you find yourself immersed in nothing but good times. I've met some wonderful people, seen some beautiful places and have also found a few more wrinkles that are a  constant reminder of  all our late nights having fun.

With less than a 125 days to go, it seems as though there is still so much to do and quite frankly so little time to do it all. I won't be renewing my contract- but instead will be making way for some new Native Teacher to take my place and indulge in the adventures that Dynamic Korea has to offer.

For more information on the perks of the EPIK program in Korea please visit this website: http://www.epik.go.kr/

Spring!

Spring has finally arrived in Daegu, Korea!  The Koreans tell me it's a little late, and after one of the coldest Winters they've had in a long time it's quite a breath of fresh air. (Well with the yellow dust still lingering-- its not quite as fresh as some would like).

Here in Korea, Spring brings forth the start of a slew of festivals. Korea has a festival for just about anything and everything- and I am begining to wonder if its just a label they put on the occassion to spruce it up a little.

Last week-end, Daegu's Cherry Blossom Festival kicked off.   There are two  areas where the crowds flock to encounter the blossoms. The first, and most famous area is Jinhae, located in the South Gyeongsang Province. Their  festival starts on March 31 and runs through April 9. The city  features 300,000 cherry trees.  The second area is in the city of Gyeongju (Kyongju).  The city also hosts an annual marathon named after the blossoms, and has Bomun Lake Resort close by which has blossom trails.

Given the rough start to Spring this year, as we rode our tour bus through Daegu to Gyeongju- we eagerly anticipated the natural beauty that would soon be before our eyes. As we exited the bus, we were bombarded by beautiful bare blossom trees.  We were one week too early!

As we searched the landscape, not a single blossom tree could be seen. We trudged on, through the beautiful park and arrived at the  Bomun Lake resort.  As we scanned some more, we finally found three cherry trees in full bloom (it wasn't quite the hundreds we were expecting- but nevertheless we took the opportunity to shoot some photos).

Bomun Lake Resort was a beautiful scene, despite the cooler winds from the lake- the resort was full of winding walking paths, pagodas and scattered about were a few lone cherry and magnolia trees. It would have been spectacular to have seen the trees at their best- in full bloom!!

Despite the lack of cherry  trees, we managed to have a fabulous day.  We decided to make the best of it and rent some four wheelers (this of course ended up being the highlight of our day).

Yellow Dust

The start of March brought in gloomy, dim weather. Not a typical March that I am used to, where you can start to hear the robins rise and budding blooms begin to pop everywhere you look. Instead, here in Daegu, March brought in skies clattered in clouds, drizzle and yes, even yellow dust.

I can count on two hands the number of rainy, grey days here in Daegu since arriving in August. The month March produced more bleak weather than in six months combined. The Frommer's guide doesn't mention much of this phenomenon- but if you're going to Teach English in Korea be aware- from February to June it's yellow dust season.

The sound of yellow dust slipping off your tongue has somewhat of a nice ring to it- but it's anything but glamorous.

After having been warned by some of my Korean colleagues about the yellow dust the previous week, I decided to do some research. Basically, this "dust" comes down from China. The dust is made up of heavy metals and particles that blow in from the Gobi Desert in China. I read that the dust carries nitrogen and sulfur dioxide and can cause respiratory and eye infections.

This past Saturday, as the skies went from blue to grey in a matter of minutes- it seemed as though Armageddon had finally arrived. The sky was a blanketed in dim grayness and dust. The picture you see here is at about 4 O'clock in the afternoon.

This weekend marked the heaviest and worst yellow dust that Korea had ever experienced. Alerts were sent via text message (translated of course to us foreigners by our fellow Korean friends) as well as in the bars. They warned to cover up and if possible- stay inside. I heard that the dust storm was so bad, that it actually made it's way both to the American news and soil.

It's pretty weird to walk downtown and watch everyone covering up with their hands, scarves and masks, all the while pondering what is going on. The disadvantage of being unable to speak the language is of course- you miss out on the emergency alerts. There could have been some sort of biochemical outbreak- but the foreigners would have continued on partying with no clue at all!

Having been exposed to the dust for well over a few hours while walking around town, it was too late to wear a mask or cover up- anyways the look would have really hindered our outfits as we strutted into the expat bars. Although my throat has been a little sore- I don't think the dust did too much damage.

The weather experts claim that we will have another dust storm within the next few weeks and alert that it can be just as bad. I may have to re-think the mask as a fashion accessory. We'll see.

Take a Bow!

In the West, when saying hello we often greet people with a quick wave of the hand, or even a simple hand shake when meeting people for the first time. Here in East Asia it's all about the bow.


Before arriving in Korea, I of course brushed up on some traditional Korean ways using my trusty Lonely Planet guide. Pages of traditional customs outlining the ins- and outs of the Korean lifestyle. The one thing that panicked me was of course the whole concept of the bow. Who knew one concept could muster up so much fear. Who do you bow to? How far to you go? Is it a head nod, or from the waist?

Within the first few days I learned that bowing is a form of greeting as well as a form of respect- and to reflect differences in social standing. So I bow to those who are older, and head nod to those that are of equal social position. Those that are younger than me, give a full bow, hinging from the waist. Basically, the bowing occurs when there is a social relationship. So, if I were just walking around town you wouldn't catch all younger people bowing down, but those that know me would be required to.

What I can tell you is this- it's a concept I'd love to bring back home with me. I admit that my ego may be taking over here, as there is this pseudo superstar feeling that comes along when you're walking down the halls and teenagers fully bow down to you. I can't help but feel like nobility when walking through the halls of my school.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if upon my return home, my younger siblings bowed down to me- and all of my younger friends? What if I were dating a younger man- he'd have to bow every time we met up. There may be some advantages to be thirty one after all. Of course this is such a pleasant thought- but I have a feeling this would only happen in my wildest western dreams.

Welcome to LAX

It's only taken me 5 months to realize that I landed at the wrong airport in August. I feel like I should have landed in L.A. given that I've found myself in a city full of vanity and cosmetic obsessions.The only thing that's missing is the blond hair and big boobs.

Korean women go everywhere and anywhere armed with three essential items. A pocket mirror, make-up and high heels. Everywhere I turn Korean women are decked out and dolled up. They turn up for a lazy Sunday coffee sporting the latest fashion trends and can be seen re-applying make-up while holding a latte. I've even  witnessed women hike mountains in stiletto's. I've never been in a culture so aesthetically obsessed.

There are days when I am envious. I wish I was able to leave the house having primed and pampered myself for hours before stepping one peep-toe pump out of the door. I just don't have the time or energy to primp that way before my day begins.

Don't get me wrong-- a week-end night out entails a lot of effort. The perfect blow dry; an extra swipe of blush and mascara. But some days, I just throw on my sneakers, pull my hair back into a  low pony tail and go. There are days when I only catch a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Korean's aesthetic ideals are an obsession. Almost every woman I've met here has had some form of cosmetic surgery. Plastic surgery is rampant here. They tell me it is because if  you have a "flaw" it should be fixed. They pat their faces and stretch their necks a hundred times a day to prevent wrinkles. Korean women talk about rhinoplasty, face-lifts and plastic surgeries like North American's talk about the weather.

Some days it's hard to live in this society. Korea is such an image conscientious society and you can't help but feel less than adequate in your old blue jeans and runners as you walk about town. I'm beginning to wonder if these women have it right!?  Korean women are considered the most beautiful of all the Asian countries.  

I'm told that here in Korea, women have a small window of opportunity to catch a husband. This window usually lasts from 22-27 years. After 27, they are considered old and chances of securing a mate rapidly declines. My guess is that for the many still single Korean women in their twenties the only way to get a men to perk up is to be as atheistically pleasing as can be.

For now, I'm thankful that I have been blessed with good genes and that my age is masked most of the time. I'm also especially grateful that where I'm from- single women in their thirties aren't clawing their way through in search of the last few good men standing.   Although the pool may have dwindled  a little- I'm content as can be just the way I am, without any cosmetic alterations. 

Templestay

In the past two years I've sat through intensive Vipassana Meditation courses. Vipasassana mediation is one of Asia's most ancient techniques of meditation attributed to Gautama Buddha. Having experienced some powerful insight, liberation and detachment during these sittings, I've always been drawn to experiencing more.

If you're going to teach English in Korea, I highly recommend participating in a TempleStay. In Korea, the temple gates open to those who wish to be introduced and experience Buddhism. The Korean Buddhism tradition has existed for over 1700 years and participating in Templestay is one of the many rich cultural experiences one can do in Korea.

For 24 hours we experienced the unique lifestyle of Buddhist practitioners. We settled on Haeinsa Temple which offers the full cultural experience. High in the mountains, surrounded by thousand year old trees, ponds, and pathways this temple offered more than just natural beauty.

We were surrounded my monks (Sunim) in traditional robes, the many temples nestled in the forests and the sounds of wind chimes clamouring in the wind. Our host was a Korean Monk who spoke perfect English, and his story touched us all. He , like many monks lived a so-called normal life just as you and I. A life of attachment, material possessions and suffering. I am so grateful for his words, wisdom and insight.

The stay begins at with an opening ceremony at 16:00- we were given traditional clothing and shown to our rooms. The men and women are of course separated. A simple dwelling: you are given blankets and pillows and sleep on the comfort of the heated floor.

We were taught about temple banner, how to bow and basic Buddhist philosophies. At 17:00 We were treated to Balwoo-gongyang (a traditional Buddhist meal) and then to the main temple for Ye-bool at the 18:00. The Ye-boo is the Buddhist ritual that pays respect to Buddha.

To participate and observe hundreds of monks in the temple, chanting and bowing was one of the most amazing and beautiful things that I have ever seen. The energy that filled the room was indescribable. We bowed with them, and quietly observed the ritual.

At 19:00 we engaged in a Da-do- a Tea Ceremony with our Sunim; where he told us of his University days, including tragic suffering that finally led him to his path of becoming a Buddhist monk. The Buddhists claim that while drinking tea we are enjoying life. The whole ceremony was quite the process from the brewing to the drinking.

We talked about life, it's meaning, Buddhist precepts, faith and the Matrix. We talked for hours, quietly reflecting and tasting our tea. Lights out was at 21:00, as Korean Buddhists are the one of the few who rise the earliest.

The Sunim's rise at 02:30. In the darkness of the night, with the moon shining high in the sky, the monks perform a traditional drum ceremony. The pre-dawn ceremony is ignited by the drums that can be heard at 03:10, waking the animals, mammals, and lastly the humans. We joined again in the main hall at 04:00. The chants awakening every human form in the room. As the monks chant in unison, you can feel the energy flowing through your entire body.

The thought of the sacredness and the awakening of our bodies and minds at 03:00 was truly eye-opening. Normally, we would all still be out at the bars traipsing around trying to make our way home.

We were shown how to bow and at 05:00 we participated in the chanting of a thousand hands led by a senior monk and performed 108 bows. We sat through a 45 minute Zen Meditation sitting with perfect posture and breathing. We were again served tea, and had delighted to a modest breakfast.

In the morning calm, we we shown how to make our own Prayer beads. 108 strung along in complete silence. The monks say the significance of making the beads is not in the bead itself- but that the beads are meaningful because they contain within them our prayers and hopes.

We walked the grounds in full meditation and the stay wrapped up shortly after lunch. For nearly 24 hours, you are connected to your body and mind- and I was reminded of how much I truly need to remove themselves from the toxicity and negative influences in the world.

As a result of enduring some major pains some years ago, I committed to a journey to seek myself. To seek my true self. My purpose, my life and my passions. I can tell you that over the past two years my path to self-discovery has taken me to places within myself I'd never dreamed of going. I don't know that I will be able to seek enlightenment- but I do know that I am closer to fulfilling my true purpose and am so grateful to those who have shown up on my path.

May all beings be happy.

Routines

One of my good girlfriend's told me something once that I have never forgotten. Being half way around the World this statement couldn't be any truer.

She told me that it doesn't matter where you go, or where you choose live-- you always end up back in the same routine. The routine that is comfortable and familiar.

Despite struggling at times with my life here in Korea- I've managed to just about fit all of my familiar things into my life here.

I work, go to the gym, eat, download all of my favorite (North American) shows, read, sleep and go at it again. A few nights a week, I may enjoy the company of my Korean teachers and other nights I meet up with friends for dinner and drinks. Nothing much has changed- except I'm doing it all in Korea!

The best part is that while I've fallen back into my routines- I get the added benefits of seeing some amazing things; learning all about a new culture; taking day trips and week-end trips all over the country.

I may have left the comfort of my routine back home; and although I'm making new ones here- I'm shaking things up everyday and look forward to the next adventure all the time.

Hello's

The population of Korea is around 49 million people. Here in Daegu it's estimated to be at 2,512, 604. That's a lot of people. Of that two million- there are a few of us non-Koreans scattered around town. I am completely making up this number- but if I had to estimate the non-Korean population in Daegu- I'd have to go with numbers in the thousands.

It's easy to spot the Native English Teachers- we stick out like sore thumbs. My first week here in Korea was a lot to take in- but when you finally spot a foreigner a ways down the street- you can't help but feel a little giddy. I flashed by brilliant smile and waved my hand around like Sandy the sea lion performing a trick at the aquarium. My first encounter with a foreigner! Initially, when the person to whom my greetings were directed were met with a refusal to return my sentiments- I chalked it up to miscommunication or even blindness.

You'd think the exchange of English words and familiar greetings would be the highlight of your day. As the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months- I just couldn't understand the stats. I'd say that about 8/10 times my "nods" and "grins" were simply not reciprocated. No eye contact- no acknowledgement- just blank stares.

Having felt somewhat self -conscious the matter was immediately broached within the circle of friends. Apparently this is happening all over Korea. Foreigners disregarding other foreigners when out in public places. Who would have thought?

After some deliberation - it still isn't clear why this phenomenon occurs. Determined to change my stats- and have my "hello's" and "how are you's" met with at least a smile- I go on walking out there with my girlish charm and forward greetings. I'm aiming for 5 out of 10 to reciprocate the gesture. Half is always better than two!

Coke Bottle

The other day in the teacher's lounge, surrounded by co-workers, my Vice Principal gestured for me to sit next to her. She smiled and I could tell by the look on her face she was trying to think of the words she wanted to say. She finally sputtered, " You : Coke bottle" and patted my shoulder. I wasn't quite sure what the words meant; and so by reading the blank stare on my face she again said, " You- Coke bottle". This time she threw in a small hand gesture. Still unclear on the intention- I sneered. Was she calling me fat? Finally after some deliberation she spoke in Korean to my colleague. I was then translated her meaning- she wanted to tell me that I had curves... just like a coke bottle.

I have to admit the symbolism used was brilliant. Slightly taken aback- I expressed gratitude for her comment. She appeared flattered and proud of her compliment.

Here in Korea- people say what they mean- no holds bar. For example, I've been told that I look tired, sick and have even overheard women tell each other that they got fat over the break.

In North America, we tend to smile and nod, and deter from pointing out anything that may be perceived as hurtful, rude or inappropriate.

Maybe we could all take stock in the Korean way of words: say what you mean and mean what you say!

Simplicity

As we move on in our twenties- we hold more powerful jobs, make more money and acquire more possessions. We buy more and want more. Do we really need all that stuff?

Ushered into my apartment on that first day some three months ago- I was quite shocked when I took it all in. Or should I say lack there of?

One bed, one table, one chair. One lamp, one TV, one armoire. A few hangers, a washer and a lone roll of toilet paper. One pot, one pan. Two plates and a can opener. One fork, one knife, two spoons and a pair of chopsticks. That's about it.

After some initial essential purchases and a few a plants to call it home- I was settled in.

The funny thing is- you soon realize that you don't really need all that stuff to survive. It amazes me everyday just how little we need to live comfortably and be happy.

Don't get me wrong- I'm not trying to say that I am now ready to lead the life of a monk- but there is something to be said for the simple life. A little downsizing now and then isn't so bad after all- if you can just be grateful for the things you do have.

Sports Day

Last week our school held it's annual "Sports Day". Here in Korea- you never really are warned about events in advance. The people here just pass information along as briefly as it comes.

Just as I was clearing my desk, shutting the computer down and getting ready to call it a day, my co worker informed me that the following day I would need to forgo my usual work attire and dress in sports clothes. She let me know the school was having their sports day, and that the teachers dress down and cheer on the students.

Geared up and ready to go in my lululemon's I was ready for sports day. As I approached school, a couple of the students passed by me, and giggled in choppy English. I could barely make out what they were saying, but I got bits and pieces of the garbled message. Something about, cheer..... Cynthia.... Teacher..... race. Horrified, I quickened my pace into the building, and sat at my desk- searching for my one colleague who would be able to decode the message.

I was advised that there was in fact a teacher's race that afternoon, and that I should not be worried- it was just for fun. Great- thanks for the heads up.

Outside, the students chanting and cheering peeked my curiosity- from the teachers lounge I saw the students stretching, and running in place. I looked a little more closely and saw the race was a mere 100 meter dash. Relief. I had this.

At precisely 2:35, I was scurried into the main field. In was confused, as the lines for the race were on the other side of the field- but figured they were just going to announce us or something. Then from the left, colored pinnies were being thrown at us. As I struggled to put the damn thing on, I stood there in utter confusion. I quietly asked one of the teachers next to me to clarify. Turns out it we were running a relay race.

I never ran track in high school, I run now and then when I feel up to it- but a relay?? With cold muscles, I was put in position. I scanned the crowds of students and waited for my team mate to turn. I began a slow jog, and grabbed the baton. I was in the lead. As I ran the crowd cheered. My students chanted, "cyn- thi- a" " cyn-thi-a". As each chant escalated, I raised the baton and they cheered louder and louder. I had visions of the Olympics as I wizzed by my competition- I was a natural at this.

Then as I was about 5 steps from the hand off- I totally bailed. Fell down with a thud (there were dust swirls behind me). I saw the sky, the dirt, and the sky again. The crowd was silent. My team mate was so mad, she grabbed the baton out of my hand and took off. As the dust settled, and twigs were pulled from hair- I was helped to my feet.

Limping off the field, trying to save my pride and assess my bodily wounds all I could do was laugh. Seems like something right out of a movie. But this was real. I was all cut up. I was treated, bandaged up and sent home. I spent the next two days answering a 1000 student's inquiries and showing off my battle wounds.

The whole thing went down really differently in my mind., that's for sure.

Eating Out

Lazy Sunday's- gotta love them! After Friday night's hookah bar, Saturday's amusement park, I awoke to rain drizzling down in Daegu.

What a better way to start the mid afternoon than hitting up a home-style breakfast joint. A little taste of home! Hami Mami's is nestled close to Camp Walker (one of three US army bases). It serves all day breakfast- just the way we're used to: eggs, bacon, bagels, french toast and home fries.

After fueling up on some delicious all American breakfast, we hit up a public bath (more on this to follow), had a real pedi, did some shopping, and before you know it it was time to eat again!

Eating out in Korea has been quite the experience. Unless you're eating "American" eating Korean food is quite the challenge. Unless of course, you had had the opportunity to buckle down and learn the language or befriend a Korean.

My girlfriend and I decided to take a chance and indulge in some Korean food for dinner. One- it's way cheaper and two- if we're gonna be here another 11 months, we better learn to eat it! After eliminating several options, we decided the heck with it, and walked into a random place. Here's a recap:

Step 1) Enter restaurant
Step 2) Randomly select options from the pictures on the walls
Step 3) Alert waitress, and sign language that we have no idea what we are doing
Step 4) Scour the joint and try and catch a peek at what everyone else is eating
Step 5) Sign to the waitress that she ought to suggest a dish or make a recommendation
Step 6) Smile and Nod and agree to whatever she has suggested
Step 7) Laugh out loud and pray you're not about to sit down to devour Cow intestine
Step 8) Wait for the meal to arrive
Step 9) Quietly watch how everyone else is eating the meal
Step 10) Just dig in!

For 9,000 won we ate like Queens; had a few laughs and will never ever be able to remember what we ate!

Pampering

Every now and then we could all use a little pampering. What's better than a little lunch, some shopping and a pedicure??

This experience wasn't quite what we were used to: the whole pick your polish; sit back in one of those over size massage chairs; have feet scrubbed, scaled and seduced while you catch up on gossip with your girlfriends. This was a completely different kinda thing.

It's called Dr. Fish Zone. Let me explain: It's cafe, bookstore and pedi place all in one. For a measly 6,000 won (roughly 6 $) you are greeted with warm fresh rolls butter and jam, and a choice of coffee, juice or tea (unlimited). You can have a chat with friends, watch some television, play X-box or read some books and of course you can have the opportunity to have fish eat your feet if you are so inclined.

The place is quite classy, and once ready you're asked to rinse your feet in warm water. Once completed, you then plunge your feet into a cold aquarium style case embedded into the floor. No sand, no fancy backgrounds. A box filled with about 10 inches of water, and an average of 20-30- fish.

They are by no means underfed ( we noted a stash of fish food neatly tucked under a cabinet) and as soon as your feet are immersed under water, the feeding frenzy begins.

For 15 minutes the fish suction, nibble and nab at your toes. Initially uncomfortable and ticklish, you soon give in to the experience. The three of us sat there, squirming-- trying to understand the logic of this kinda treatment! I only had a few nibbles at my feet, the lot of them were much more interested in my friend's soles. (I was quite relieved actually!)

It really didn't do much, and I would much prefer a conventional pedi- complete with having my toes polished and primed- but at least we gave it a go.

If the shoe fits...

When first planning my trip to Korea, I was a tad apprehensive about some of the food dishes I know I would be introduced to and/or obliged to eat. One disadvantage is that I refuse to eat fish and seafood. Just don't like it. Korea is known for their seafood dishes, and they sneak fish into just about everything. There is an upside to this though- this is going to be great for my figure.

Eating less and walking just about where has me crossing my fingers for a few less pounds! Week 4, and I've lost 5 pounds already! Korea has been great for my body image!

I decided to celebrate the lighter me and crack down on some shopping. Daegu is known for it's shopping districts- and so off I went.

Bombarded with neon signs, rows of clothing boutiques and hundreds of shoe stores I was in heaven. That is... until I tried to figure out the sizing.

(insert record scratching here). After twenty minutes of trying to figure out the size numbers (in Korean), trying on arm full of stylish tops and trying to inch my feet into every adorable pair of heels I could find... I finally figured out my perfect size in Korea.

Dress size: 95
Shoe size: 255

I haven't even attempted to look at the pants around here. Most of them look like they will fit around my thigh. I'm not so sure Korea is going to be the place where my ego soars... but as they say- as long as the shoe fits...

Home Sweet Home

Home these days is a tiny studio apartment big enough just for me. I am constantly banging parts of myself on the walls, scarce furniture and and french doors which separate the living space. I often wonder if this apartment is bigger than those in New York City. At least my bed doesn't fold down and detach itself from the wall!

The bedroom/living room/tv room/computer station/microwave area:

It's a little bare for now, but with a few plants and maybe some wall art- I think it will do just fine. I am however still getting used to the whole single bed thing again- I almost fell out last night, just trying to get a good stretch in as I settled to sleep.

The bathroom/shower/toilet/sink area:

The bathroom is a another story. It's one of those things- you just have to learn to get used to! As my girlfriend put it- you can pee, shave your legs and brush your teeth all at the same time. Complete efficiency.

The kitchen:

A little on the cramped side. You can't open the fridge without banging your behind on the doors, and you can't wash a dish with out squeezing your body in between the sink and fridge. With no counter space, chopping, cutting and peeling are some what of an art form! The two stove burner is a real gem to master- but I've scaled down on my cooking...


The best thing about this apartment is that it is all mine. I just need to dress it up a little!

Home Stay

In Korea, one should expect the unexpected. I think it should be the unofficial motto around here. I arrived safely in the city they call, "colorful Daegu". I was introduced to teachers, the vice principal and principal. of my school. The introductions were mostly filled with me smiling and nodding. Them talking and smiling back at me. One thing is for sure, the school was very excited to greet me.

Within minutes of my first exchanges, I was informed that all of the teachers would be dining out together, and that I was invited to come along for a meal. Exhausted from my the long bus ride in, this sounded delightful. I quickly accepted the offer, and smiled at the thought of finishing up and being shown to my new apartment. It would be so great to unpack, unwind and settle in to my new digs. Dreams of solitude, rest and comfort were interrupted within the next several minutes. Apparently, my apartment would not be ready for a few days and that as their guest teacher, I would be staying with one of my fellow colleagues and her family. Initially stunned by the news, alone, cranky and tired I practically bursted into tears. Home stay?!!

After re-packing yet another bag and regaining most of my composure, I was on my way. At first I was afraid. My colleague knew little English and I of course knew little Korean! I was to stay with this family for four days until my apartment was ready.

I was greeted my thew two most curious creatures. My colleague's two children, were the cutest darn children I had ever seen. They jumped with excitement upon my arrival, and I quickly decided that this may not be so bad at all.

My home stay showed me one of the true ways of Korean life. I learned many new things about Korean culture and shared some of my own. I was shown how to (properly) use chop sticks by a six year old, privy to authentic Korean cooking three times a day (I'm still not sure how they stay so thin), climbed on, read to and jumped on some more. I was taken on a field trip to Pagyesa Temple and treated to Korean Duck Grill.

Four days later I was the charades champion of Korean-English conversations. Plus, the kids have this great electronic dictionary.

What I can tell you is that Koreans are one of the most generous and kind people I have ever met. As a guest in someones home, you are fed, showered with smiles and affection. They will do anything to ensure your stay is comfortable and acceptable. They are a culture of sharing, giving, and harmony.

I hope that all of us here in this country can take home some of these wonderful cultural values learned in Korea. It amazes me how far love and kindness can really take you.

Dynamic Korea

Survival Korean Lessons:

1. Try your best and pick up a few key phrases
2. When in doubt use hand gestures
3. or find someone who can translate
4. Smile
5 . Just go with the flow.


Life here continues... only two days left of orientation and then off to the city which I will be calling home for the next year. This pseudo freshmen week is almost coming to a close, and as the sips of soju and beer dwindle down, the people around here are quickly making connections and friendships, quickly realizing that in two's days time the gigantic frat party is over.

In the meantime, I've learned that Korea is a crazy place. Last night, a group of us decided to let loose and head into the city for an authentic Korean experience.

Let's re-cap: Having nearly been run over by a delivery boy on a scooter to our right, we triple checked that the coast was clear. Stepping carefully off the curb to find our taxi, we were then practically run off the road by a flashy Hyundai to our left. Having recovered, the task at hand was how to get to our destination. 3 taxi's for 12 people. Having mangled the Korean so badly, a fellow Korean-American wrote down the Korean Characters to show the drivers. Each group had to follow suit. After some basic hand signals ensuring each driver knew where we were headed, we were on our way.

As we lurched into the back seat, the taxi took off. At speeds in excess of 100 km on city roads, we were almost killed, and nearly took out a few pedestrians along the way. Taxi's here do not follow any sort of road courtesy- they even go through red lights. He must have thought this was an emergency.

Having caught our breath and landed on stable ground, we waited for the other taxi's to arrive. As each taxi passed minus our companions,the panic set in. Turns out all 3 taxi's dropped off their fares at opposite ends of the square. Having found the only other 9 foreigners in the busy market, we were re-grouped and set off to find a stiff drink, pronto.

In this city, there is nothing a little soju and silk larvae to help kickback after a stressful day.

Day 5

Everyday I wake up, it still hasn't quite hit me that I'm in Korea. It's probably because I am surrounded by approximately 600 or so other Native English Teachers who have been invited by the Government to participate in this program. For 9 days, we have been lucky enough to be staying in Jeon-Ju University. The dorm is actually named "the place for superstars".

The schedule is pretty hectic, with training classes from 9- 5:30. This orientation week has me feeling some ten years younger. It's seriously like frosh week. Clutches of groups, rooming, eating, drinking and partying together.

I never actually had the opportunity to live in rez in University- but have been lucky enough to share in the experience before me.

Curfew is at 1:00 am, and while hitting the city one night with a few new friends, we arrived at the building's front door in the nick of time. Bombarded by bodies before us, guzzling down the last remnants of their beers and soju- I observed what it must have been like to be at an all American frat party. I've never seen a breeding ground like it. The men had only one thing on their minds.

Funny thing is, Koreans are conservative and it is not acceptable to have males and females share sleeping quarters, unless they are married or in a "couple". The guys had been blocked on pursuing their intentions from the Government itself.

As we've reached the fifth day, I realize of course that this frosh week is completely the opposite of what lies ahead in just a few days. I gather that when they drop me off at my new apartment and I'm the only native English speaker for a few miles- the reality will strike.

Until then, I'll practice my Korean, enjoy the time with my new found friends and just go with the flow.