Thursday, February 26, 2009

Much ado about nothing

What do you suppose this sign means?

No, I didn't take this picture myself. I wish I had seen this sign in person, then it would have been even funnier, but alas, I received it in an email. I thought it was so hilarious. What on Earth could this be trying to tell it's citizens? "No peeing and p.s. don't cut eggs?" What? How should this make since to anyone? I wonder if the people in city hall were tired of being uber serious all the time and one day up and decided that rather than spend the tax payers money on better education or beautifying the city, that instead they needed to make people laugh and bring joy into their extremely dull lives by creating the most hilarious and confusing sign ever made. It would certainly bring a smile to my lips if I passed by this sign everyday to work. I might even say, that making me smile is worth my taxpaying dollars, I don't really know if that is true or not, but I do love to smile!
I have been pondering, since receiving this email, about how to turn this funny sign into a post with substance. I sometimes feel like I am jipping my readers by posting silly things like this so I typically try and add a little extra to spice it up. But my pondering has puttered out and is now out of commission after several attempts to regain composure. It is on the side of the road broken down as I walk to the nearest pondering shop for a re-load on deep thoughts. That's what happens when it is nearly Friday, which means it is nearly the weekend, the deep thoughts one by one fall out of the hole in the pocket they are held in the brain. Monday morning, typically we are crawling on the floor on our hands and knees searching them out and dropping them back in only to have them fall out again by Friday. Oh the vicious circle.
So there you go, a pointless post, with no substance, about absolutely nothing, completely revolving around a funny sign that has nothing to do with me, Kyle, nor our lives, sent to me in an email. Enjoy!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Something I don't miss from Texas

Look closely at the center of this picture. These pictures were taken at Palo Dura Canyon in west Texas. I am glad we never ran into these fellows on our vacations here.

These pictures make my skin crawl. Just one of these guys is scary but a herd of them all together, crawling all over one another. Run screaming!

Palo Dura Canyon was one of our favorite family vacationing spots. You can't tell by these photos, but it is really a beautiful place to visit. I loved exploring the different caves, swimming in the river (there is a river right fam? Is my memory correct?) and generally climbing all over anything that I could get my hands on. I received my worst sunburn at Palo Dura Canyon, the only time my burn bubbled into excruciatingly painful blisters. I re-apply my sunscreen more often now.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

What do you see?

Sometimes looking into space makes me feel as tiny as ant, as insignificant as a mosquito. I realize that the world without me would be virtually the same as it is with me. And that in the whole scheme of things, my life is meaningless to the world.

However, when I look into the universe, I don't always have those negative feelings. Sometimes the thought of the universe fills my soul with liquid hope. It enters through my belly button until every limp is dancing with joy at the beauty of mother nature. The infinteness ( I don't know the word here) of the universe makes the possibilities in the world seem less finite and some how more possible.

I can choose to look at the same sky and have two drastically different thoughts. How I think will affect my outcome in life. If I decide that it is true that my life is basically worthless, and as important as malaria carrying mosquito, than I don't have much to look forward to. However if I decide that the sky is proof that our possibilities are limitless, and that with so much beauty in the world, it is ridiculous to wallow in my own sorrow of what may or may not be going wrong or right in my life, I can live for a better tomorrow. Our thoughts dictate so much more than we assume. If I think that I will be successful, whatever my definition of successful is, then I will more likely attain my goal of success than had I assumed that life is what it is, and we get what we get handed to us and success will elude me anyways so why reach for what is unattainable. I believe that life deals us a both good hands and bad hands. Some people have better hands than others, but it is what we wager and how we play those hands that determine the outcome of the game, not necessarily the cards we were dealt. Right now, I feel like I have been dealt a pretty lame hand, but I am not folding. I am choosing to take things as they come. I am choosing to look at the glass as half full rather than half empty. Focusing on the positive is not naive, it is what will put me ahead of the race in the end.

What got me thinking about this topic were these pictures that my dad's family sent through email. They were the top ten best photos taken through the Hubble telescope in the past 16 years. As I was talking on the phone with my darling hubby he mentioned that he saw a face in one of the photos. (one of his favorite games is the "what shape do you see in the clouds" game) He tried to talk me through it over the phone but after several minutes of me not understanding he finally sent me a paintbursh version with arrows and wording of the "angry ugly face". (sorry the pic is so small, I am not sure why that happened) And then I showed him what I thought looked like a who from whoville from the Dr. Sues books.
Kyle also saw the back of a vampire with a unicorn horn coming out of his forehead.

Don't mistake what I am saying. This is not a inkblot test to see who sees positive pictures must be the positive thinkers, but after playing this game, which is always harder over the phone and/or internet, it got me thinking about the power of our thoughts and how they determine our lives. We should be mindful or our thoughts, we never know where they could lead.

What do you see when you look in the universe? What do you see in these photos?

The photo that started my thoughts
Can you see the Who?
There are two bright neon orange lines. His belt is the bottom orange line with the pink dot which might be his belly button. His head starts at the line in between the bright orange lines, and the little bump is his nose. Something is coming out of his mouth.

Kyles small drawing to show me "the angry face" (You can click on it to enlarge it)

Another cool photo
And another
If you are interested in seeing more of the top photos, you can view them here

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Random thoughts

Each week at my school we rotate classes. We teach one class in the morning and a different class in the afternoon. This past week I taught yoga in the morning. I really enjoyed it. It was relaxing and I haven't stretched so much since I was seven years old in gymnastics. Of course then, I could do the splits, where as now... well lets just say I cannot, not even close. Most of the classes we teach, we stress games, activities and laughter, however it was nice to get away from the craziness and attempt to harness calmness. The kids were not as flexible as I would have assumed, surprisingly. Evidently, sports aren't encouraged until later in life, so maybe they gain their flexibility later, or maybe they didn't care enough to try in class. One part of the class that they loved was the balancing contest. Who could stand in tree position the longest. Many of the students wouldn't last a minute, and there was always a boy who would throw himself on the ground after tiring in attempts to get attention, but there were always a few students who would be able to hold the position for long periods of time without faltering. I have never been a balanced person, some even might call me a klutz, so I am always impressed with those who have that mysterious balance that alludes me.
After the first few classes, I came away thinking, if I were more flexible, I could soo see myself being a yoga instructor. And I could be more flexible, but that would require stretching on my own time. My To-Do list has so many things on it, I just don't know if stretching is going to make the cut, but I might try. (Not because I really want to be a yoya instructor, it was a fleeting thought)

The other class I taught was sign language, which was lots of fun. The kids love learning how to spell their name in sign language.

Also here is the cutest little video ever. It warms my heart every time I watch it. I hope you enjoy. p.s. don't expect it to be funny because I showed it to one girl and she was disappointed because she thought it was supposed to be hilarious. It is just sweet and short)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The interesting culture that is Korea

I am going to start a little series of posts about Korea, it's history and culture. Some of it I may be able to explain, some of it may be just as much a mystery to me as it will be to you. When living in different society, it is important to understand it's heritage to understand their way of life. There is much history in Korea as it is thousands of years old.

Korean age vs. Western age:
When a Korean individual whether it be child or adult tells you his or her age, there is almost a solid guarantee that the age they give will be one to two years different than what we would say their age to be. We had a student in eighth grade, when asked his age said that he was 16 years old. An eighth grader in western or International age would typically be 13 to 14 years of age and he probably was 14 in Western age. So what is the difference and how is it calculated you might be asking? The first time this birthday system was explained to me, I just didn't get it. Granted a Korean lady whose English was not the greatest was doing the explaining, but after examining it closer, I think I have a better understanding.

The Korean aging system differs from the Western aging system in two ways. Firstly when a Korean baby is born, they are considered to have already lived for one year. In Western society we begin the counting at the day of birth at zero while Koreans start at one. Secondly, everyone ages as a society one year at the Lunar New Year (The Chinese New Year) which we celebrated several weeks ago. In Korean homes, the New Year is celebrated with eating a rice cake soup. Once the soup is eaten, you have aged one year. So that means if a new born baby was born in December 2008, by February 2009 the baby is considered two years old in Korean age while in Western society the baby would only be considered 2 months old.

The first birthday is a very important event in Korea. The mortality rate for babies as recently as fifty years ago was very high so for a child to live to it's first birthday was a large milestone. The baby is dressed in a traditional Korean costume amidst cake, fruits and other goodies. A platter of object is placed in front of the child and depending on which object the child chooses will fortell his future. Examples of objects:
pen: will be a writer
microphone: a singer
string: for long life
money: will be wealthy

Black and White car mystery
One morning I woke up as usual, got ready for work, and as I was going down the stairs I noticed that the parking lot was full of cars. The interesting thing however was there was not one car that was a color besides white, silver or black. No one has been able to give me a definite answer for why this is, however a couple of people told me their guesses. One person suggested they thought it was because Korean society likes uniformity. One person suggested that it was because black, white and silver cars are less expensive. I do not know the answer. If someone out there does have the answer I would be glad to hear it. Regardless, I find it funny and strange to say the least.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

This Valetines Day

Love is...
sharing one heart

This was our first Valentines Day apart. I consider myself to be an emotionally strong woman, but I have to admit, I cried. There was no heaving or gasping for breath, but quite tears as I wallowed in my loneliness. I cried every time I looked in the mirror and every time I looked at a picture of the two of us. I missed the love of my life. I missed the man who makes my heart flutter with happiness.

For Valentine's Day, a group of teachers, those with either loved ones abroad or those without decided to go out on a group date to drown our sorrows away in good food and company. Throughout the evening I was deep in thought about Kyle. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him. I take that back, there probably isn't an hour that goes by that I don't wish he were here with me. But life isn't always easy. Relationships aren't always easy. Like life, they have their mountains and their valleys. The valleys, although painful, make the mountains, their views and fresh air that much more amazing.

I read a quote recently, "The cavity which suffering carves into our souls will one day also be the receptacle of joy." Neil A. Maxwell (The quote is kind of working against my current metaphor, but go with it)

Kyle and I chose a life that may not have been the easiest road to have taken, but through our journey over the mountains and through the valleys it is important to remember our love, and where it began. And although we feel sometimes as if we hit impenetrable walls our love will endure and life will go on.

Many people argue that Valentine's Day is a stupid day; a day taken over by corporate America and turned into a commercial day. To some degree, I agree. I agree that the pressures on Valentine's Day are often unrealistic. Some couples feel that every year the gift that they give must be more expensive and more impressive than the year before. But that is not what Valentine's Day has to be about nor should be about. It started out as a day to remember love and loved ones, not to prove it by the worth of an object. Valentine's Day is what we make it, not what commercial society tells us it should be. I personally love Valentine's day. Sometimes we need a little reminder of the importance of not only our romantic love but of love in our other relationships such as friendship and family. Just as we celebrate our birth once a year on our birthdays, rejoicing in the fact that we were blessed enough to join this beautiful earth, we should use Valentine's Day as a day to rejoice in the blessing of love. But not through gifts necessarily. Gifts don't define love. Our actions define love.

I like to be reminded of my blessings and even though Kyle is far far away, I am still blessed to have had his love for eight wonderful years. And not only am I blessed with his love, I am blessed to have such a loving family and loving friends.

1 Corinthians 13:1-13 is a bible verse that is shared at nearly every Christian wedding and even weddings of other religions because of the simple fact that this may be one of the greatest descriptions of love and it's importance in our lives that ever was. Read it slowly, carefully and if you can out loud. You may find it holds more meanings the more you read it.

1 Corinthians 13:1-13
1If I speak in the tonguesa]">[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,b]">[b] but have not love, I gain nothing.

4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Love is..


Monday, February 16, 2009

What is she saying?


My friend invited me to join a free trial yoga class. The floors were cushioned, the room a comfortable temperature with inviting decorations of classic Asian style and the quite of the room stilled my fluttering heart. My relationship with yoga as with my body is filled with a battling feelings. In western society I am inflexible, however in Asian society I might as well be the branch off of a tree as far malleability goes. Our teacher spoke only in Korean and bent her body as she willed it while I struggled to touch my toes or to split my legs further than a thirty degree angle. For the most part I find yoga relaxing, it is an exercise that puts one in touch with their body and if one allows it helps to release stress like balloons into the blue sky. But yoga in Korean wasn't so relaxing. Rather, I found myself in moments that were designed to be relaxing stressful as I understood nothing of what she was saying therefore I never knew when my eyes should be opened nor when we were starting a new pose. Rather than sinking into the floor and tucking away my thoughts, I nervously awaited the next movement, always alert and on watch. Ten minutes were instructions on breathing, however I sat listening to her soothing voice wondering what I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to breath in through my nose and out through my mouth like while doing cardio? I thought I remembered breathing technique in yoga to be different my my memories escaped me. I knew I should sit still, lower my shoulders from their positions directly under my ears, but I kept thinking. I was imprisoned in my thoughts and her words couldn't release me.

If the classes were free or cheaper, I might join, however they are far from free, not my cheapskate idea of cheap and not as relaxing as I would prefer therefore unfortunately I will keep my yoga to that one free trial class. I will have to find other ways to relax... just remember to breath.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Finishing strong

Today is not a good day... but we will finish strong, and be all the stronger for it.

I love you Kyle!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Winter at WAR

Many people complain about winter, but I suspect that I am at the top of the totem pole of complainers. Santa Claus and Rudolf are at the bottom, Alaskans who really have no right to complain about winter since they live in the freaking tundra are probably in the middle, the hypothetical wining old man that lives across the street and complains about everything including the growing size of his earlobes is close second, but I, Vanessa Yvonne Rogers am at the top.

I HATE winter. I hate everything about it. I hate the cold weather, I hate the bulkiness of the clothing, I hate being cooped up because I am afraid of leaving the house to face it, I hate the overeating; I hate winter. The only thing I don't hate about winter is that it leads into Spring. Not only do I hate winter, but I believe the feeling is mutual between me and that frigid, scowling, cold season. Winter hates me right back and I believe that he is is out to get me. Now, I am not sure exactly what winter's motivation or ultimate goal is. I can't even give a reason as to why he's got beef with me in the first place, but I have drawn what some might claim preposterous conclusions from very logical (probably only in my head) reasonings.

Winter's methods of attack: (**Note** When I say winter, I do not mean the light breeze that brushes through central Texas, or the any other warm climate areas, I mean the winter that never rises above freezing)

Have you ever noticed the amount of clothing needed to properly battle winter? First there is the undershirt and the longjohns. Then the overshirt and jeans. Sweater, jacket, scarf, hat and gloves. It takes me an hour (ok, not really an hour but way tooo long) just to put on all these clothes and once inside my tent of clothing, I am unable to move, perfect for a sneak attack. Arms sticking straight out similar to Frankenstein, the neck is in a perfectly designed noose and the periphial vision is limited to nearly zero. But not only that, when one walks into a bus or restaurant, any heated area, the layers must come off or else heat stroke is enivitable. There have been many times when I have sat on my scarf and litterally strangled myself. The purse that I carry is one that is worn across the body since I can never seem to keep a shoulder purse to stay on my shoulder when wearing a bulky jacket. As I was re-layering when leaving a restaurant the other day with some friends, not only did I strangle myself with my scarf while trying to untangle the strap from the scarf, but I also tied my purse strap into the tie that goes around the waist of the jacket. I was a walking catasrophe! Winter almost had me, but he didn't when the battle.

Blocking resources
When I say blocking resources, the main resource I speak of is air. It does this by ensuring that we weak humans with vulnerable immunity systems, especially those humans surrounded by snotty kids all day, are sure to catch cold, strep, the flu or what have you. Almost every winter I come down with some ailment that sends my head spinning into the outer relms of this galaxy, and my nose first on a marathon snot course followed by elephant sized blockages preventing breathing. I never can decide if it is worse to have a nose rubbed completly raw from run away snot or the inability to breath properly. Do you see where this is going? First is strangulation with a scarf, purse and other winterly layers and when that fails, winter can even turn your own head and nose against us.

Mood depressant
Winter's last stand is typically a battle with our happiness. A method some might consider ungentelmenly yet winter seems unphased by the use of the dirtier tactics. First he hides the sun behind clouds, mist haze or darkness, removing our dosage of the much needed Vitamen D. Once the globe of light, warmth and happiness is hidden with his cruel, laughing face, he sucks out any last bit of warmth and with his icy fingers he picks every last green leaf, every last sign of nature's life and throws it to the ground for trampling. So not only does he take away the sun, fill the world with shards of icy glass, but to top it off, he makes everything hideously bare and frightening. Often times in winter, I behave as an animal in hibernation. Sleeping and laziness are my best friends, overeating feels necessary to protect against the bitter winds and I avoid the outside like the plague. Once all of these habits and factors have been jumbled around to one giant, tangled, strangulating mess, depression is nearly unavoidable. The only light at the end of the tunnel is that Spring, wonderful, refreshing spring is only a jump, hop and a skip away. Spring is my saving grace from Winter's icy gasp on my throat, nose and mood. Winter may put up a feirce few battles, but it only has a few months before I once again am champion warrior. I may leave with a few bruises and scratches but winter never wins the war!

But not to worry, with the onset of Global Warming, winter wont be something we will have to contend with much longer. Sure half of the planet's animals will die off causing catosprophic results for the natural balance of the world. Sure the polar ice caps will melt into our oceans covering half of the land masses and drowning millions of people, but hey we wont have to deal with winter ever again! :)
Ok, so I do like snowball fights!

Monday, February 09, 2009

Beware of the doghouse!

My father and law sent this to the family. Hilarious! So funny! This should be watched by all males as a warning of what could happen if they aren't careful with our hearts. (I thought about writing a serious note here regarding keeping love sacred and always remembering why you are with your loved one in the first place, but this video says it all but with humor) Watch and learn boys. Be afraid, be very afraid!

Beware of the Doghouse- Hilarious! - The funniest home videos are here

I will post more blogs with more substance soon. But at least I am keep ya entertained!

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Has it really been a year?

When Kyle and I returned from Chile we got jobs as segway tour guides. It was a terrific job which consisted of riding around on a segway, talking about San Antonio and Texas History and chatting it up with the guests.

I was going through and organizing photos on my computer today and I came across three short videos that Kyle took when we took the Grojeans out on a complimentary tour of San Antonio. We had a blast, but it is hard to believe it has been an entire year since then. Time seems to fly by quicker and quicker as we get older. Anyways if you haven't seen a segway, or you don't even know what a segway is, watch this video. Segway tours are great ways to see a new city.

Answers to geography quiz from last post
1. Largest country in the world: Russia
2. Smallest country in the world: Vatican city (yes it is a country within Rome)
3. Tallest Mountain in the world: Mt. Everest in Nepal
4. Tallest Building in the world: this is debatable but currently it is the 112 building in Taiwan but a Dubai is under construction and will be the tallest in the world once it is completed.
5. The country with the largest population is: China

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Still not patient

I think I have mentioned before how I am not a very patient person... no change, I am still incredibly impatient... we are still waiting for Kyle's paperwork to arrive so they can start the visa. My biggest fear is that somehow it won't arrive and will go back to the USA and we will have to start over all again! (which is what happened with the last package he sent here, but luckily it only contained his background check and passport photos, things easily attainable) Let's hope for my sanity's sake, it arrives within the next two days.

Good news: I moved into a new room. My last room was right outside of the commons lounge area meaning I heard EVERYTHING that happened outside my door and I could never escape. With my new room, I am now 20 feet from the lounge and although I can still hear most of what goes on, I feel like I actually can get away when I need which is very necessary after a long day of teaching kids and repeating "Do you understand? Do you understand? Nod your head..."


1. This video is SOOOOOO adorable! It made me want to cry, laugh and prance around in the woods all at the same time!

2. For a quiz question in our travel agency class, I asked the kids how many states the United States of America has. One team said 10, the other team said 300,000,000. I couldn't help it, I had to laugh. I think they were trying to answer the population of the country rather than how many states, but it was still a hilarious answer!

Geography quiz for you: (Answer in the comment box)
1. What is the largest country in the world?
2. What is the smallest country in the world?
3. What is the tallest mountain and where is it located?
4. What is the tallest building in the world?
5. What country has the largest population?

(Some of my smart classes can answer these questions without even a blink of an eye)

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Seolnal week

-Seolnal is the Chinese New Year which is much more celebrated than the Western calendar New Year. Because we are an English camp, kids come here regardless if it is a holiday, therefore instead of receiving regular holidays such as Christmas, we have two weeks off during the year when the camp is closed. This past week was the first week of the year so I thought I would give you a brief overview of what I did for my week off! Enjoy, I sure did!

Saturday and Sunday: Shop, shop shop till ya drop- except I didn't buy much. Oh well...

Monday: Our Korean boss (I think she is our boss, but I don't actually know) took the girls out for a day of touristyness! It was a brilliant idea in principle, but the weather didn't play well, in fact I would say he was plain mean-hearted.
The plan:
  • Several Korean palaces
  • Folk villages
  • shopping in a cute market
  • dinner at a Korean restaurant
  • The Hyatt for some music and drinks
We made it to one, count them, ONE palace before we realized that standing outside might result in frost bite. I cannot even describe how bitter and cruel the wind was. Like shards of glass being shoved into every exposed area. So we ran into the museum nearby and learned some interesting facts about Korea, but not as much as I would have liked.A demonstration of how cold it was that day!! Oh the agony!
But of course the Korean women have to dress to impress no matter how cold the weather is. Seriously, it must have been in the teens or below. How she survived the day without turning into a human icicle, I will never know.
The palace ( I don't know it's name, bad tourist)

The soldiers weren't allowed to make facial expressions just like the famous royal British guards. In fact the flag kept blowing into his face and he wouldn't even move it away.
We had fun taking photos.

It is tradition for the children to wear the traditional dress, the hanbok. But it was so cold, no one could admire the outfits since they were covered up with their coats. But aren't Korean children so adorable. I just want to eat them up!

Here is an example off the internet of what it should look like.

We did have an amazing traditional meal. Did I mention it was amazing!! Oh so wonderful!

This is me and Aimee, chopsticks ready for the next kill, trying to choose what yumminess we would next stuff into our mouth!

We also ate yummy cinnamon treats from a street vendor to battle the fierce cold.
Another food picture, but none that I ate, this is just so you can see some of the strange food options.

Thursday and Friday: To celebrate Aimee's birthday and also just to get out of Bundang for a couple of days, the girls (the ones who didn't leave the country to go on a real vacation) decided to get a hotel room for a couple of nights in the party/shopping district in Seoul. And fun we had!
During the day, two of the five girls went to get a massage, while the other three of us decided to test out the local jjimjilbang a Korean bath house/sauna. Jjimjilbangs are a truly unique aspect to Korea. These are large, gender-segregated public bathhouses complete with hot tubs, showers, Swedish-style saunas and massage tables, similar to what you might find in a sauna but one major differences everyone, and I mean everyone is naked from head to toe, nothing is covered up, not an ounce of clothing. Originally, I was very self-conscious being completely and utterly exposed in my birthday suite but after the initial 15 minutes in the hot tub, I became accustomed both being naked and seeing other naked women. Before going into any of the various hot tubs of differing temperatures, it was necessary to take a shower. Around the tubs were lines of vanity tables where women scrubbed each other and with great detail cleaned themselves. There were two steam rooms, one of which was tolerable, the other which was like Houston in Hell. It was 76 degrees CELCIUS. (168 F) One step in and I couldn't breath, but some how, there were live Koreans sweating and breathing inside. How, I don't know, it is a true enigma.

In the evening we ate at a Proper (as the English here say) English pub, with pool, darts and real western food. A coldstone ice cream cake was in order for Aimee's birthday- I always seem to be talking about food- I just love it so much! Then out for drinks and dancing- and dance we did- all night long, but the best part was, we could walk a few blocks to our hotel and not even have to worry about taking a thirty minute taxi ride home.

Our last event was to visit the famous Seoul tower. I wasn't very impressed actually especially since I paid $14 to see it, but the view was pretty cool.

We were trying to get a picture with the tower in the background, but they didn't understand our English and we couldn't speak Korean.

I don't know what this was about, but there were several flying men hanging around.

It was a fabulous week off! It would have been wonderful had Kyle been here, but it was very relaxing and great having some girl bonding time!