My day with Ryan and his family gets a post of its own. Ryan and I met back in 2008 when we were both volunteering for Sandtown’s Habitat for Humanity Building Blitz week (Sandtown is an area of Baltimore, MD).
It just so happened that Ryan was going to be in Korea for a period of time that overlapped with my time in Korea; so we agreed to meet up. We actually met up twice. The first time was to hang out in Seoul (his family actually lives just outside of it), eat, walk, be merry. The funny thing about his outfit for the day was 1) he wore it because he thought he had to meet up with someone to go to a concert that evening – it turned out he had his weeks wrong 2) this was the same outfit I had last seen him in when we were both attending a wedding reception for another friend we made in Sandtown back in Jan. Hee hee…
It just so happened that Ryan was going to be in Korea for a period of time that overlapped with my time in Korea; so we agreed to meet up. We actually met up twice. The first time was to hang out in Seoul (his family actually lives just outside of it), eat, walk, be merry. The funny thing about his outfit for the day was 1) he wore it because he thought he had to meet up with someone to go to a concert that evening – it turned out he had his weeks wrong 2) this was the same outfit I had last seen him in when we were both attending a wedding reception for another friend we made in Sandtown back in Jan. Hee hee…
We hung out in a cute cafe sipping on some drinks.
Ok so, I look retarded.
The next meet up (which I think was the next day actually), was with him and his family. I took a bus out to where he was (I can’t remember the name of the town), because he had invited me to go with them to go eat Korean beef and to attend a tree festival. The bus ride was like an hour and then I was picked up by everyone in a taxi!! His parents drive taxis and it was the coolest thing to ride around in one, watch the fare get exorbitantly high but, never have to cover it. ☺ His mom and step dad are great. Lol, I got along well with his mom who stated, that I was just her “style”. Lol. Ho, ho.
So, the first place we were heading to was a tree festival that his parents wanted to check out. On the way there, there was this dividing road that in between the diverging roads, was a plastic cow thing. I did not have time to take a photo of it, but we’ll get back to him. We arrive at the festival, park, get out, and start wandering towards the tents we saw. It didn’t quite look like a tree festival (or at least not what a tree festival would look like in my head) but, I was like ok, whatever. Ryan’s mom had walked on ahead but, hadn’t gotten very far when she turned back to us, laughing her head off. She came back, while stating in between her laughter that we hadn’t come to a TREE festival but a BEEF festival!! Lol. The mix-up totally had us laughing all the way back to the car. I was very amused.
So, the first place we were heading to was a tree festival that his parents wanted to check out. On the way there, there was this dividing road that in between the diverging roads, was a plastic cow thing. I did not have time to take a photo of it, but we’ll get back to him. We arrive at the festival, park, get out, and start wandering towards the tents we saw. It didn’t quite look like a tree festival (or at least not what a tree festival would look like in my head) but, I was like ok, whatever. Ryan’s mom had walked on ahead but, hadn’t gotten very far when she turned back to us, laughing her head off. She came back, while stating in between her laughter that we hadn’t come to a TREE festival but a BEEF festival!! Lol. The mix-up totally had us laughing all the way back to the car. I was very amused.
This looked like so much fun. Can you imagine this being allowed in the States.
We made a pit-stop at another mountain on our way to eat beef.
This is supposedly the oldest tree in Korea.
I thought this toilet sign was hilarious, given it was at the Buddhist temple.
Wood burning art...
Since beef was now on the brain, we made our way to go eat hanwoo (some special Korean beef) in some remote area of Korea that I would never be able to re-trace or even recognize. It was damn good and fresh. I eventually made my way back to Seoul that evening, full, fat, and happy.
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