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| Steven and I ran to Yonsei Wonju. Past the rice fields and farms to the lake and around and up and down the punishing hill trails |
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| at least they cut you in instead of out Jennifer |
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| at a rest stop on the way to the Gangmun beach on the east coast of Korea. So many kinds of hot dogs |
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토박이할머니 tofu restaurant really close to the beach |
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| Steve's customary beach photo |
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| at a cafe overlooking the beach, they were piping out 60s Korean music from the loudspeaker giving it a real Wes Anderson vibe. It was a monday so not many people. |
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| Next stop Guryongsa Buddhist temple on chiaksan mountain. |
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| at this point I started tearing up. I don't know what it was, maybe the act of taking it slow, not having an agenda, absorbing the nature and fresh air and the beauty of the mountains against the man made structures that are meticulously decorated in a very unique Korean style showing what humanity is capable of? The fact that someone or many people devoted the time and energy to create such an aesthetically beautiful place. Maybe some kind of mysterious ancestral feeling or connection, knowing I've come from this place, from Korea and for 1400 yrs there've been Korean people roaming these mountains, visiting this site, they could have been my ancestors. It's really inexplicable but I felt something overwhelming on this day. |
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| acorn jelly, bindaedduk at the riverside place at the food of Baegunsan. |
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| I had some beers and walked around the apt complex |
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| learning Yut Nori. We all bought a set later |
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