Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Happy Chuseok! Let's go to the beach!

A couple weeks ago South Koreans celebrated the harvest with a holiday similar to Thanksgiving called Chuseok. For the weeks prior to the long weekend, gift sets took over the shelves of the grocery stores. These gift sets ranged from beauty supply sets, shampoo, Whiskey bottles and my favorite by far, the Spam set. This box held what I hope to be more Spam then a person can/should eat in a year. Apparently during the three days of Chuseok Koreans eat a lot of songpyeon (sort of stuffed rice cakes. We got to make some at school!) and sometimes visit/pay respect to their ancestors. At school I asked Anna teacher if she was excited for the upcoming events, she quickly replied with "Not really. I have to cook all weekend while the men relax. Women don't get excited for Holidays like Chuseok and New Years".

At school we had a good time playing traditional games and singing songs. All the kids wore their Hanboks and were super adorable. Sarah teacher even brought in her traditional clothing so that I wouldn't be left out.



Since there was no school on Friday because of Chuseok, David and I decided to head out of the city to an Island off the West coast in the Yellow Sea. Our trip to Doekjoekdo was perfect and so needed. The journey there included an empty subway ride, a sold out ferry but tickets for the one 3 hours later, watching a sketch comedy show in the terminal that we laughed at with all the Koreans even though we had no idea what was going on, a ferry ride that was far too choppy for my liking, a taxi ride that could have been a roller coaster with a taxi driving in aviators, a gold chain and redsox shirt and finally the beach.

We laid on the beach for hours, watching all the other 50 foreigners who had the same idea, then headed into town when hunger took over. While walking around we found a guy who we had met at mudfest. He graciously invited us to the bbq that his pension was putting on for him and his friends. After dinner and a gorgeous sunset, there was of course the necessary drinking around the beach bonfire. Somehow we ended up at a noreabong (private karaoke room) with a couple from Canada and New Zealand. Since we didn't bring a tent the beach was our hotel for the night and offered us a covered platform with opened arms. We even found eggs and sausage for breakfast the next morning! After a little more exploring we hitched a ride with the previously mentioned cabi back to the ferry and back to reality. Not a bad way to spend the weekend.








oh yeah....for Winter break I bought a plane ticket to France. Paris for Christmas? Why the heck not.