Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Little thoughts

1. The tiniest things my students do make my day beautiful. 

For example, the girl who drew ghosts on the white board with me after class.
Or the girl who made me this origami flower.

2. The inside of my desk drawer very accurately reflects my job, and I love that.



3. Kindergartners are unspeakably adorable in Hanbok (and all the time, for that matter). Also, I find something striking about the image of traditionally clad children scuttling about merrily on the playground. Lovely. 




4. If you eat fruit you are going to be prettier: Wisdom from the window shade. Also, this girl has an unfair advantage because her name is Apple.



5. Rooftops are remarkable. This is the same building in which I vacuum and sleep and burn toast and brush my teeth, but it's just so much more exotic. Almost like another world. Nothing can touch you up there. (Except giant spiders, ugh.)



6. Sometimes you walk past something a thousand times, but just once it finally catches your eyes. I walk past all of the following every single day, but they are so easy to miss when I am just living my life.





7. These boys can be so wild and raucous. (On the bright side, they motivate me to learn Hangul faster, so I can yell their names at them.) However, when I observe these kids closely outside of class, I notice how sweet they are, what sharp sense of humor they have, and how much fun they have together. I remember that they are good kids. They just also happen to be third graders, and therefore have inordinate amounts of energy. Which is good. The last thing I want to see is a robotic, unenthusiastic, too-quickly-become-a-teenager 10-year-old.  



8. Language and music have such an interesting relationship. In terms of learning Korean, I can read and write Hangul now (in a scrawling, pathetic, child-like way), but Trevor can actually remember and pronounce words and phrases when he hears them. I also can sightread and analyze classical music, while Trevor can improvise with jazz as if his 'fro reflected his soul. I don't think this is not an in-coincidence. 

My Hangul practice. Take note: much of this is names of tasty foods. Learn the important words first.

9 (ugh, lists of nine are so awkward). A couple weekends ago, I prayed the Lord's Prayer in English over skype with my friends in Minnesota, just before Michelle's wedding. The next morning, I prayed the Lord's Prayer in Korean at church in Yangyang. Interesting how prayer so easily transcends language and geography.

10 (because lists of nine are so awkward). Why is the nutella always gone?

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Four Freudenburgs in Korea

Early in October, Kevin and Christine came to visit us in Korea. They arrived on October 6th. Hannah and I had that Wednesday, the 9th, off for Hangul day. Hangul is the Korean alphabet. As we had that Wednesday off, Hannah and I went to Seoul on Tuesday night to meet Kevin and Christine.

They met us in the the subway station. We went out to eat that Tuesday night. Wednesday we went to the Korean War museum and then found Garfield.
Depression? Garfield might need help.




Korean War museum.


We went back to Yangyang on Wednesday night. Kevin and Christine went to Seoraksan park on Thursday.
Seoraksan: Better in the Autumn.
 We went back to Seoul on Friday. Saturday, we took a tour of the DMZ. 


Kevin and I at Dora observatory. 




View into North Korea. You can see Kaesong city from the observatory.

After the DMZ tour, we saw some more of Seoul. 


The building behind us is city hall.

 We got some food later that night. Hannah and I got Taco Bell in Hongdae (one of two Taco Bells in Korea!). Kevin got chicken on a stick.
Pictured: The traditional trash-filled alley in Korea.


Sunday morning we went to church. It was A. Lutheran and B. In English. It was a welcome change from being sermonized at in Korean for half an hour.


Later that day we went to a palace.




Kevin bought a pig from a street vendor. Here is a picture of the pig. 

The man selling the pigs showed how they would flatten upon being thrown down and then expand back into shape. However, when Kevin tried to do it, the pig exploded upon impact. I'm glad that this blog gave me an excuse to write the phrase 'the pig exploded upon impact.' Full video evidence is on Facebook.

In other news, it's Kevin's birthday! Happy birthday!