WEEKEND

I wander. I don't know where I'm headed but the sun, it's sinking. It's Saturday, and it's pretending to be warm - the brutal breeze a stark reminder that it's all a game, an ILLUSION. But it's beautiful. I snap a photo and quickly shuffle toward an establishment that will serve me food. I hear my name. It's Katie and she sees me from afar. I follow friends around for a bit, and then I eat some NOM NOM NOM Japanese food and drink some sake. And then I sleep in. OH, SLEEP. LIFE IS GOOD.

THE END.

TEA TIME

OH, I wish I could bring you all to this little tea house. The blurry man pictured made my first experience here. Both enlightened and generous, he is a man of little English, but many observations. A kind heart requires little words to yeild understanding.

RIGHTEOUS ROGUE

Among delicately prepared coffee and deliciously stinky cheese, one thing I am definitely sobered from in Korea is good beer. My dad taught me well, and sorry, CASS FRESH leaves my taste buds a bit pissed. Last weekend I was wandering around Seoul and spotted a display of Rogue bottles outside a cafe. I've never smiled so big when paying for a $12 beer.

RELIEF.

Nestled among Mudeung mountain is a single restaurant that serves my two favorite things in Korea: Makgeoli and kimchi. For months I have salivated over the idea of getting back back outdoors with friends. Every year I hold on to the idea of spring as if it's some kind of savior that will salvage me from the penetrating, harrowing shivery of winter. I'm dramatic, but I can't tell you how good it feels to be hiking again.

HOLY MACKEREL

Dinner for 4: $12.

KONY 2012

this could finally WILL be it.

Invisible Children

GWANGJU CITY FROM UP HIGH

Saturday afternoon hike. 52 degrees Fahrenheit. Sweat. Spring. SWEETNESS.

ALIVE.

OH, I'm still alive. And I'm still in Korea.

AND OH, MY. TEACHER IS TIRED.

"Teacher, dark circles under your eyes."

As I'm yawning:
"Teacher, sleepy?"

Yes, (JERK!) Teacher is sleepy. And yes, Teacher has dark circles under her eyes.

While editing text books last week (this is part of job #2, which I guess I have not enlightened you all to) I found myself very jealous.

The snail can sleep for up to three years without dying.
Alaskan blackfish freeze and sleep all winter.
AND THE OBVIOUS:
Bears, YEP!, they hibernate.

TEACHER WISHES SHE WAS A SNAIL.

In other news, someone should hurry up and ask me to join their trivia team. I'm filled to the brim with all kinds of odd facts.