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.