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Well, we did it. We actually hiked up a mountain.

And my legs don't feel half as bad as I expected them to. My foot could have done without all the exercise but hey, it's gotta toughen up sometime.

I have to admit, we didn't have time to get the matching outfits OR even walking sticks but I was lucky enough to find one right at the bottom of the path - kinda strategically placed for some waegook like me who came unprepared.

Aside from the spectacular views, the vigirous excerise and the brilliant fresh air, I think the best part of the day was just being with D.

It was nice, just the two of us, taking on the mountain like we try to take on the world.

And even though we got a little bit panicked at the top, wondering when we would ever find the trail down because it just kept rolling over the tops of the mountains, we did it.
Better still, we managed to find a nice little restaurant which served GLASSES OF WINE and some perfect dinner for those who had just run down the mountain for fear of the getting stuck in the dark and dying of exposure.
It was a pretty perfect day. Just perfect.



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Elizabeth said…
so where did you go? sounds like it was a good time... next time we'll get together a group of the gimhae waegook hiking club! see you soon i hope! i have a million dvds for you!
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