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Back to the Beach

At school and amazed how it doesn't even feel like I've left. I definitely have more energy for the little guys in the classroom and there is nothing like little faces looking up at you as if they haven't seen you in a year and wondered where you went.

Little smiling faces.

Seoul was a fantastic trip, filled with culture, shopping, great food and too much booze.

It was a bit of a bummer when we found out our train on Friday was set to land at the wrong station back from Seoul. We wanted to go to Gupo, near Gimhae but were forced to go to the large city, Busan, further away.

To make matters a bit more complicated, we had planned to go to Busan for the weekend anyway to head to the beach.

And so the karma gods stepped in, forced us (gasp) to find a cheap hotel near the beach and STAY THERE FOR TWO NIGHTS.

This what it must be like to live in the OC. To have the option to buy some alcohol (yes, more Soju) and sit with the rest of the locals in the sand looking up at the night sky and out at the ocean.

By the end of the night I was singing Somewher Over the Rainbow with my feet in the water and my arms outstretched. Thank God everyone else was as drunk as I was.

And what did I get to do the next day?

Get up.

Walk to beach.

Plant myself under a well-worth-the-money-umbrella.

Swim in the sea.

Sit under umberlla.

Eat popsicles.

Swim in the sea.

Sit under the umbrella.

By 5pm, smile all the way back to the hotel.

Sand and surf sit well with me. My skin is radiant. My feet look like they've had a manicure. And the small amount of rays that got through my 30 sun screen have made my face glow.

Next Saturday? Well, it's back to the beach.


Anonymous said…
At least you weren't singing....

"Sawm wa ova za lainbo" but I'll give it a few more months.

ha ha ha..can you hear my laughter all the way from Korea??? that's too funny....

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