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Baby Steps


Life is getting busier here in Korea and I have been quite tardy - not posting for almost a week! So to make it better, I thought I'd post a picture. This is a little area I walk towards when I'm going to the gym. I find it so peaceful and calming.

A few things before I rush off to another class:

Class: We have had another class added to our schedule, twice a month as we will rotate, so not that bad but this does mean less preparation time for classes. I will be happy when the schedule is just SET but perhaps this is what I'm learning about teaching - it is never really set.

Triumph 1: I had a mini triumph on the weekend. We went to the large grocery store which has a food court at the top on Saturday. We needed lunch, so armed with my handy list of food in English and Korean (c/o good ole mom and Lonely Planet) I spent a good 10 minutes looking for bibimbap - in Korean. I had the hangul symbols memorised (don't ask me them now, but I had them then) and guess what??? I SPOTTED IT! Ordered it. Ate it.

Here is the proof (notice the HUGE stack of kimchi to the right of the big bowl..yummmy!!!):

Triumph 2: I managed to look at a map of my small town, located an area I wanted to go to, hop in a cab and speak to the very nice female cab driver in the EXACT way to get us to the EXACT market we were hoping to get to. I am getting GOOD AT THIS!! (ya, and not too full of myself at all)

Triumph 3: I FOUND PANTS! Well capris pants that I have been searching for everywhere and I ended up finding exactly what I was looking for in my small town. AND THEY HAD MY SIZE!! Which, by the way, if you're Western, is 'largey'. Pretty direct translation eh?

There goes the bell. Time to practice how to say 'th' a million times with the little squirts.

Comments

Anonymous said…
GP and MS here.... We LOVE the picture of your route to the gym. Glad to hear the Lonely Planet came in handy. Post a comment to say hello. Sox aren't doing so well :(

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