Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween in Taebaek



Cartoons, homebrew, pumpkins, Russians, cardgames, fun, empty ski resort, RIP Steve Irwin, tv, heated floors, blue men, ninjas, pirates, spicy ramen, apples, games. Remind me of these things and I will divulge the happenings of Halloween 2010 with you upon my return home. But let the photos speak for a hint of the fun.




Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Taebaek and the Glory of Fall; Jesus Abbey

Last weekend was the last straw. I had heard enough shouting, honking, & yelling. Seen enough cheezy advertizements, acts of rudeness, & bland skylines of endless skyscrapers. Endured enough Korean mumbling from my co-teachers and gossiping from my students. It was time... so what's one to do when you can't actually leave the country (and funds do not allow for a jaunt to the ocean)? You go to Taebaek with your waygook (foreign) friends!

Whit, Chelsea, Charissa and I were all so extatic to frolick out in nature that the three hour bus ride came and went quickly. Even the pit stop along the way was merrily embraced as is brought the seldom smelt scent of fresh air.

After disembarking from the bus, we met Simon who promptly ushered us ladies inside for homemade garlic biscuits and steamed veggies. Our bellies were soon full and with energized legs, we sauntered down to the taxi cue. Two taxies, twelve curves, and nearly twenty minutes later we were dropped by the wayside. As we trodded up the tree lined lane, to our destinaton, we followed the path of a well worn stream and watched as it ferried bright leaves away.

At last the walk was over as we reached the moss covered stone steps of Jesus Abbey. (Now I must warn you, I do this place no justice by writing about it. It is one of those places that is enhanced by the beauty of the people you meet there and the presence of calm that creeps into your soul. So just understand that it is so much more then I can describe.)


After admiring the flowers and aged structure of the building, Whit, Nate, Simon and I decided to hike in the bounty of colorful and crunchy leaves. Up, up, up and up... Trekking through a dry creek bed, past hundreds of trees and under the rays of golden sun was bliss. Muted by nature, my lips could not utter even a word to express my hearts content.

Trees... nature... air... I think this time of year is meant to inspire awe within us. For us all to question, not only ourselves but the universe. Why do the leaves change? How have these trees endured such harsh winters? What has changed in life? Where has this year gone? Moreover, I am always left asking, "Why don't people believe in a Higher Being if they see this?"

After hiking back from the top of the golden mount, a walk around the quarters was in order. Simon began to show us around when we bumped into Yancy. Yancy excitedly greeted us and promptly began to reveal the secrets of this magical place. After a quick tour, Yancy checked in on her mother, 90 year old Jane Torrey and after touring the English/Korean library we were invited into their stone small apartment.

Over tea and cookies we all listened to Jane Torrey share the story of how Jesus Abbey began. Jesus Abbey was founded by Archer and Jane Torrey in the 1960's. Sharp as a tack, Jane recalled teaching is what brought them to Seoul, Korea. She went on to share how scary the trecherous commute to Seoul was at that time. Jane laughs about it now but she remembered praying fervently to the good Lord to help their LandRover across the American made pontoon bridge over the Han River.

While Archer was a missionary he taught theology; and focused on three labs: individual and God, individual and Christian community, and Christian community and world community. His teaching was bold and not so readily accepted by many Koreans, so Jane and Archer moved to the mountains to begin a house of prayer. Decades later... Jesus Abbey still stands. It is home to a number of families and welcomes thousands of visitors every year. True it may be a little weathered and worn yet it is a prescious gem made more valuable from the love its inhabitants.

After our goodbyes the group traipsed down the hill and thumbed it back to town. (Literally within 3 minutes we were picked up by a wonderful Korean man who was headed back our way. :) Chicken soup dinner, night time bonfire, morning coffee in a hand crafted wood shop, walks around the block and funky videos, and endless hours of wonderful acoustic guitar (compliments of the boys) kept the rest of our weekend busy. It all passed by too quickly...

The beauty of it all was astounding. Fresh crisp mountain air, the variety of autumnal leaves, and the warmth of which we were were received. Visiting Nate & Simon, Jesus Abbey, Taebaek was the best decision I may have made in Korea.

All photo credits go to Whitney Agassiz

Sunday, October 17, 2010

America the Ex-boyfriend

I wish I could say that the title of this, as well as the following article, were words that my mind poured forth. Sadly, they are not. The reson why I am including this article on my blog is because it captures exactly how I feel when returning to America.

See the following to read what I am referencing:
http://matadornetwork.com/abroad/america-the-ex-boyfriend/

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Braving the Nerd Den & Practicing Korean

I've always razzed people who don't attempt to learn a language when living and working in another country. So, I must also hold myself to the same measure.

As of October 7th, I began a 12 week Korean class. The first class inspired within me the tingling electricity of excitement, mostly because I got to leave work early. ;) With the crisp fall air, it almost felt as if I was back at my alma matter NWU in Kirkland, as the class is located on the Korean Kangnam University. Young people bustled about with heavy looking books but wore lighthearted smiles from a friends joke. Just as at Northwest University, I had to trudge up to the most remote left corner of the campus.

After, of course, getting lost (by following the 3 male leaders of our newly formed foreigner click-- no they did not want to ask for directions... so...) I braved what appeared to be the nerd den; it came complete with early-twenty something Korean men in dark rimmed glasses, boasting bad bowl cuts and sporting sweater vests only a loving grandmother would buy. Within the nerd den, aka the hub for those whom appeared to be computer science & engineering majors, a kind young man offered up his assistance to our lost group. We had been one building off. So he escorted us to the right building just in time for our class.

The first class went well enough. We learned how to write some basic vowels and consonants. Then practiced saying "what is your name?" and "my name is ___." The subsequent classes will cover the alphabet, helpful classroom phrases, standard greetings and key sentences for traveling. In addition, one lesson will cover cultural aspects of Korea (this bit I am stoked for).

After 12 weeks... hopefully I'll have learned a few things!
Photo: my Korean practice booklet.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Wanderlust

Some of you understand... and some of you may never...

Deep within my feet, there is a constant itch.
(No it's not athlete's foot.)
It is this itch that has spurred me foreword...
from one place to another.
This is the itch of wanderlust.

I think I caught it when I first went to Nuevo Laredo, Mexico.
Seeing the absolute poverty of those people horrified me,
yet when I saw their abundant joy, I envied the simple life.
Whenever I travel, I learn something astounding.
Generally they may be small revelations to others
but their gift to me is humility. That is why I lust.
I lust for the travels that change.

Gypsies have always gotten a bad reputation in the records.
What's that saying... "a few bad apples spoil the barrel?" Thats what I think happened when they noted these nomadic clans in history.
Gypsies were those who adventured. They wanted to see more,
they lived where they were welcomed
and were free to move on whenever they desired. They lived simply.
My soul is a gypsy, no matter how hard I try to contain it.

So, I write this to my family
and friends who may not understand why I leave so often.
I love you all so very much but...
wanderlust never ceases for the gypsy souls.


Photo by: Ansel Adams

Monday, October 4, 2010

Rice Cake: Naturally green and I don't mean moldy.

I just found rice cake in my purse, not the stale kind of Quaker rice-cake that is ligtly salted and can be stored for decades on a dusty Safeway shelf. I am talking about a cake made from rice flour. It is green, naturally so or possibly dyed, with tan kidney beans planted inside of its light and fluffy texture like a miniature minefield of unsavory taste explosions. This rice cake was made freshly... yesterday. In fact, it was even warmed... yesterday; and nearly forcefed to me by my co-teachers (who still fear I am loosing weight). So, instead of being culturally rude, I handled this situation of "face" took the cake and wrapped it up to enjoy later; ehm...meaning my compost pile would enjoy this deliscous treat. Again, need I remind you this was yesterday.
Now it is today and I have green cake sitting in my purse, in my desk drawer that is deteriorating. Only I can't take it to the trash cause they will know I didn't eat it. So, for the next five hours, I can do nothing about it. I must continue on lesson planning with this thought of decomposing cake "on the back burner" of my mind. I can only shudder to think what will happen if I forget again to take it out tonight.