International Flavor Creeping In

I live a few miles above the Beltway where most people look like me. But I work in Montgomery Village, a suburb with a growing diverse immigrant population.

Some of the longtime locals don't like the new additions to the community, but I enjoy the local flavor (literally) they're bringing.

Check out my latest Montgomery Village Patch article about the newest international grocery store in the Village.

Anyone have any good recipes for Spiny Chayote Squash?

Black Friday Blues

Black Friday provides a fun, festive kick-start to holiday shopping in America. Call me crazy, but I love the hustle and bustle of shopping in a packed store.

This past Black Friday, as the Bernards' always do, we headed up to the Arnott Mall in Horseheads, NY.


A lonely 7th Street in Chinatown, Washington DC.

Of course the holiday sales are nice and the Christmas music loud. But, what really makes the day special is the business of it all.

I recently realized that a shopping trip in Seoul on any day of the year makes Black Friday look boring.

I still get sentimental thinking about my time in South Korea and often find it hard to articulate why I loved it so much. But, Black Friday 2010 helped me put those feelings into words.

Shopping in Korea, and life in general, are always busy. Myeongdong, one of the busiest areas in Seoul, is always crowded with teenagers, Japanese tourists and ex-pats looking for a good deal, eating tasty street food, and enjoying the activity of it all.

Even in my little neighborhood in Seoul I could grab coffee, Indian food, buy produce, hike up a mountain, and hit a karaoke room.

I wish that more shopping areas in America had that kind of energy and connectedness, and a solid stream of shoppers-- as do the business owners. Yes, some malls in the city are busy, but it feels so contained.

Get in your car, drive to the mall, shop, go home-- done.

Even in my beloved DC it's hard to find a busy area downtown at night (minus Georgetown, of course).

Maybe it's time for a trip to New York City.

Spicing Things Up (not the Kimchi)

I was lucky to have a diverse group of friends in South Korea.

I've been back in the states for almost two months now and am still excited at our diversity, and my ability to easily blend in with the crowd. But, I'm not exploring my community like I did when living in Asia.

One of the first things I noticed in Korea is the ethic homogeneity. It goes without saying that foreigners are easily noticed.

On one of my first weekends living in Gwangju, a city in the southern part of the country, several of my African American friends came to visit. After going out for dinner we caught a seemingly dull cab ride home.

But, for the cab driver, our trip was an exciting event.

She had never seen a black person.

She cranked her head around and stared at Fabrice and Natacha. She began to brush their cheeks to see if the color came off, and kept on pointing to the black ceiling.

We eventually understood that she was excited about their different colored skin.

Not happy about the event, my friends couldn’t believe what had happened.

That cab driver was excited/curious/nosey/ and even rude towards my friends because they were different. (I’m white, something not as exotic in South Korea.) Excited and curious about are obviously good things. I’ll leave the rest alone.

But, her behavior got me wondering how much more would I notice if I was more curious, got more excited when I learned or saw something new? I hope I wouldn’t try to remove the color of people’s skin, but would want to delve deeper into my environment and community.

I don't want to get complacent now that I'm back with my friends and family in America.

This week's goal will be to rediscover my community.

Does anyone know of hidden treasures in the D.C. area I should check out?

"Konglished" Again

Am I brown-headed or a brunette? Sometimes it's hard to remember.



The waiter was finally ready to take my order. I wanted "low hot" Panang Curry.

My boyfriend had to tell the waiter that I meant mild.

I'm the one that normally translated Konglish into English, not the one that needed a translator!

How had my English slipped so much that I couldn't even remember "mild"? I barely even spoke any Korean. (Shameful, yes indeed.)

Many English teachers in South Korea, and I'm guessing across the globe, have a funny way of coming home with a slightly lower level of English. It becomes easy to summarize and simplify your vocabulary after talking with novice-level English speakers for months. I must fight the urge to speak in Konglish!

Has anyone else found themselves speaking in Konglish (or another combination of languages) after returning home from another country?

My Busan Summer

A bleak Saturday on Haeundae Beach. Not a glimpse into my summer to come.

I'll admit it. I was thoroughly annoyed when I found out that I'd be placed in Busan for the summer. I'd just finished my master's and wanted a summer full of fun. Of course, the "obvious" place for that was Seoul, not Busan.

My new city was five hours from the center of the Korean universe (as I saw it). It didn't help that my first weekend was bleak and dreary. Maybe I had some sort of weird inter-Korean culture shock, switching from my past home to the new salty-aired, ocean-filled, laid back Busan?

I think my problem was that I just wanted to cling to the security of the old (Seoul) and wasn't really open to the new experiences another city held. Similar symptoms to culture shock?

Fast forward past my whining stage and I had some of the best Korean months ever in Busan. I also had a great schedule, awesome students, and lived in a good neighborhood, Seomyeon. I even got to see the infamous Busan Thong Man.


Here are a couple of my favorite spots from my wonderful Busan Summer:


Nampo-dong has streets full of clothing shops, food, books, ANYTHING you could want.




My friend Ryan and I.
Beomeosa Temple was one of the most relaxing places I've ever visited. (pictured above)



Yonggunsa Temple didn't have the calm of Beomeosa, but made up for it with an ocean view.


This little alter at Yonggunsa is a popular spot for mother's to come and pray for their children while they are taking the SAT's.


I never got tired of the constant activities at Jalgachi Market. You could find a fish, eel, turtle (yes, turtle) and have it cooked right there.

Busan has so much to do. The Korean government's tourism site is one of the best resources to find it all.

Reverse Culture-Shocked Again!

My home for the summer, Busan. Pictured is Haeundae Beach.

I thought that for sure I was over the reverse culture shock last spring. Well, technically I was at the time.

But, I couldn't resist and went back to South Korea for 1 last(?) summer. So, Battling Reverse Culture Shock is back in business! I'll soon be posting some memories from the summer, and more importantly blogs about my (and others') return to the States.

Loosing my Konglish Skills

After living in South Korea foreigners pick up the lovely language that is Konglish, a mixture of Englishee and Hangul.

Foreigners don't speak as fluently as the locals trying to learn English, but pieces of it are added into our daily conversation, spicing it up and allowing us to express things that can only be understood by others who have also lived in Korea.

Here are some Konglish examples:

I want to make a boyfriend= I'd like to get a boyfriend
Fighting= Be strong, you can do it! or Go Get Em!
Churchee= church. You can basically add on an "ee" at the end of any word and it turns into Konglish.

Here are some examples of Konglish hard at work in the music industry:



After coming back to America last summer I found myself inserting my meager Konglish/Hangul language skills into everyday conversation like we did in Korea. But, no one understood me. I had to slightly change the way I had been talking for almost two years. Doesn't "chack a man eyo" sound more commanding then "wait a minute!?"

It was a sad realization.

The Grass Is Always Greener

I miss hanging out in Dunkin Doughnuts- Korea style. It's a whole different cup of coffee there.


There are some things about Korea that I consistently miss, and probably always will. One of those things is the jimgilbang. On a cold Sunday like today, I'd give anything to spend an afternoon at Dragon Hill Spa, sweating out impurities, and putting them right back in via caramel corn and patbimgsu.

How did I ever survive in America without this heavenly retreat from the cold harsh world? Maybe I just took a normal bath?

Sometimes (not in the case of the jimgilbang, because it truly is Heaven) it is easier to view life in Korea through rose-colored glasses. It all seems too perfect- my life 7 months ago.

I had hardly any responsibilities, lots of free time on the weekends, nicely exfoliated skin, a vacation every two months in which I could travel around Asia, weekly ROOK games, a great group of friends, and cheap kimbap at every corner. On top of that, everything was "new." Sigh.

Yes, life seemed to be good. (and it was)

Today I'm faced with homework, studying for midterms, applying for jobs, Syracuse winters, having to pay more than $5 for a bowl of dolsot bimbimbap. A tough row to hoe.

I no longer have to miss this lovely view. I can see it whenever I visit my parents in Pennsylvania

But, after consulting my travel journals I recently discovered that when I first moved to Korea I strangely missed being able to purchase Cheddar cheese,(it is super expensive in Korea and only available in certain grocery stores), shopping at Whole Foods Market, being able to buy long jeans, swing dancing at The Jam Cellar, and my mom's apple cake.

I guess I've come full circle. I'm now back at home, able to buy cheap Cheddar cheese, but wanting to buy cucumber kimchi.

I know it is part of the process to miss things about the culture you leave, and even part of life to want what you can't have, but I still want my jimgilbang back!

Culture Shocked Without Leaving Home

Mary Winter with her mother, Lorraine Smith


One thing that I really appreciate about my community, especially my church community is its diversity. I’m never without African or Filipino food at a potluck.

Tonight my church sponsored an international food festival complete with food and entertainment from 22 countries including Zimbabwe, Ghana, the Philippines, England, the Cayman Islands, Jamaica, Germany and more.

I thoroughly enjoyed the Romanian Sarma, Filipino egg rolls, British scones, and German sauerkraut, but also took the opportunity to talk to several of the immigrants and their experiences with culture shock in America.

Right next to my Pennsylvania Dutch food station was Mary Winder (the granddaughter of the Oneida Nation activist who started the fight to re-acquire native lands) and her mother Lorraine Smith, serving samples of butternut squash with maple syrup.

Winder was born on the Onondaga Indian Nation reservation in Central New York and is part Oneida and Seneca Indian.

Winder has always lived in America, but has often experienced culture shock when going between the nations and the general American population.

Winder spoke her native Oneida language at a young age, but was soon encouraged to speak only English in school. She didn’t speak it again until her 30s.

Members of the Oneida Nation use baby boards, like the one pictured, as a baby seat. The babies are placed on the wall at face level so they can see what is going on in the room.

Years later today, she tries to use the language, but struggles to understand everything said at Indian ceremonies.

When going to funerals she struggles to understand everything that is said and doesn’t fully comprehend that person’s greatness, she said. “I feel like I’m caught between” (the languages)” she said.

Winder has learned how to act to fit in both cultures, but still sometimes notices the difference in American funerals.

Emotions of sadness are freely expressed at funerals in the nation, but “off the reservation you’re not supposed to cry” she said. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Foodie Friday #1

It took me a trip to China before I realized how much I love Korean food.

During my time there the food was yummy but oily. After a couple days my stomach was ready to go back to the fresh bold spiciness that normally involved kimchi (and a happy digestive system).

I hope that it won't take you a trip to China (not that traveling to China is a bad thing) before you discover the yumminess that is Korean food.

Even before I had fully embraced Korean food, I liked dulsot bimbimbap(pictured), a mixture of rice, red chili paste, an egg, bean sprouts, mushrooms, spinach, zucchini or any number of vegetables or meat--served in a very hot stone pot.

So, I figure it is the first dish I'll share with you.

Warning: I am not a cook, so I'm sharing someone elses recipe.

Ingredients:

Rice – 1 cup
Chinese Broccoli (Spinach) – 1 small bunch, chopped
Zucchini – 2 medium, peeled and chopped
Broccoli – 1 small bunch, chopped into florets
Bean sprouts – 1 cup, washed
Carrot – 1 small, thinly sliced
Eggs - 4
Soy sauce – to taste
Sesame oil – to taste
Salt & pepper – to taste

For the Spicy sauce:
Gochu jang – 2 tbsp Can be bought at any Korean market
Sugar – 2 tsp
Sesame oil – 1tsp

Instructions
Mix all the sauce ingredients with little water to get a pourable sauce.
Cook rice and keep aside.
In a large sauté pan, add 1tsp peanut oil and sauté Chinese broccoli until just wilted. Season with soy sauce, sesame oil, salt and pepper (S+S+S+P). Remove onto a plate.

In the same pan, sauté zucchini till tender; season with S+S+S+P. Remove onto a plate.

Boil 5-6 cups water in a sauce pan; add the sprouts and boil for 2 minutes. Completely drain water; season with S+S+S+P, keep aside. Steam broccoli and season with S… (you get the idea, just steam/saute/boil any veggie and season with S+S+S+P and keep aside).

In the meantime, make an omelet and keep aside.
When ready to serve, place some rice in the bottom of the serving bowl, add all the toppings so they cascade down from the center. Also make sure that same colored toppings are not put next to each other. Then put a dollop of spicy sauce and your omelet. To eat, mix everything together and enjoy the burst of flavors.

Special thanks to Pavani for this recipe

My first bimbimbap after coming back to the states. I was at a shop in Silver Spring, Md.

When I Was In Korea

Post a comment with your own "When I was in" story and I'll share how I met this famous Korean.




People from my high school will probably remember Dean Ringer's "When I was in Korea" stories. Why did he always tell them? Did anyone want to know about days gone by in a foreign land with lots of rotted cabbage?

Well, I do now. And, I have those very same urges to share my own "When I was in Korea" stories.

I'll just get them out of the way so we won't have to have this conversation in person.

When I was in Korea I taught some of the cutest kids on earth. No lie. You might think you have some little ones in your life that beat their cuteness, but no.

When I was in Korea I could travel from one end of the country on a high speed train in 3 hours. I could get across the entire city of Seoul on a train, bus or even in a cab(for less than $20). Oh, the transportation system was lovely.

When I was in Korea I could walk by myself in the middle of the night and feel completely safe. My first week in Syracuse I was afraid of walking to my car at night after class. And I still haven't gotten over that one.

When I was in Korea I could spend a day at a spa full of saunas and whirlpools and get perfectly exfoliated skin for a only 7,000 won/$6.

I could keep on going, but I will stop for now.

A common issue among returned travelers is that they have so much to talk about and hardly anyone wants to talk about their travel/living experiences. OK.. That is not completely true. People do ask, but are ready to move on to another topic in 5 minutes.

When I first got back. I was lucky enough to have travel-friendly friends who actually wanted to talk about my experiences, and to have friends still in Korea that I could live vicariously through. But, a few more "When I was in Korea" stories would have probably helped me get through my KimBap Chungguk withdrawl faster.

Thank goodness I also started grad school soon after I got back. Now I can talk about my "When I was in bootcamp" stories with my fellow MNOers and discuss our exciting Syracuse winter weather with the senior citizens at my church. Still not as exciting as seeing a B-boy show in the middle of the night in Seoul, but fulfilling.

Now, please share your "When I was in" story.

Lost My American Loyalty?

I'll admit it.

I had no idea who the American female figure skating favorites were before the short program on Tuesday night.

I only knew Kim Yu-na. Granted, she is an impressive performer. But, maybe a bit of it had to do with seeing her on a regular basis on television ads, on posters, and in general-- all around Korea (year-round). Maybe I caught the obsession?

I liked Kim Yu-na even before I ever saw her skate.

My heart does swell with pride when I hear the national anthem, think of Ronald Reagan (don't judge), and apple pie. I just don't get excited about Rachael Flatt or Mirai Nagasu.

Why am I even blogging about this you ask? In my pre-Korea days my heart flowed American during the Olympics. Nancy Kerrigan and Michelle Kwan were all I could see on the ice rink. Short-sighted, yes. But, it was my experience.

Now, I've opened my heart to Kim Yu-na. Brainwashed? Maybe? But, I'm glad my world is expanding to include other Olympic allegiances.

Maybe I don't even have to choose which country's team I'll be loyal to. It seems like the world has opened up to me in more ways than one.

The Secret to Overcoming Reverse Culture Shock

At home with my sister, Kate
Me in Insadong, Seoul








I wish there was a magic secret to speedily overcoming a yearning for times and places left behind, but there isn't. Grieving the loss of your former life is a normal, necessary process that most people go through when returning to their homeland after living abroad. Unfortunately, many people are often unprepared for the reverse culture shock that meets them after returning home.

I came back to America last July after teaching in South Korea for almost two years. The process was painful. I was happy to be closer to family, but missed my life and friends in the exciting city of Seoul, South Korea.

My new life in Syracuse was interesting enough, but seemed dim and almost foreign compared to the constant new discoveries (both of self and the world around me) that awaited me while living in a culture foreign to my own.

It's now months after settling back into American life again and it almost feels normal. I still miss living in Asia, but am fully embracing my life here.

Through this blog I'll revisit some of the changes I went through when coming back, how I've changed since living in a different culture. AND I hope to hear about your experiences with reverse culture shock.