Showing posts with label Korean withdrawl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Korean withdrawl. Show all posts

Thursday, February 25, 2010

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.