Sleeping with the fan on

The flight was, with the layover, 20 hours. On the long leg (Atlanta -> Seoul), I sat with a bunch of US National Guardsmen, so I spoke English most of the time except when the stewardesses came around and I translated between for the military guys when they tried to flirt with them. I got to Seoul and Yun Jung and her mom were there, but by then I was so beat (I tend to not sleep on planes and I had to get up at 4:15 am to get to JFK to catch my flight) I couldn't speak Korean any more. Oh well.

On Sunday, Yun Jung and I went to go meet some of her friends at the Hyundai building. There's a place called the "Ruby Garden" that kicked some major ass. It's the 13th and highest floor of the building and it's a rooftop garden. Yun Jung got a bunch of pictures, and as soon as I get them from her I'll post them. Her friends are all our age and, therefore, have been married for about 600 years. One of her friends could drink, but the other one was nearly on the floor after the first bottle of San Sa Chu.

Yesterday, I went down to Myeongdong to see the Korean Independence Festival. It's a big deal, as it's the 60th anniversary of Korea's liberation from Japan. They decorated the City Hall by plastering it with Korean flags. It looked pretty cool, actually. I topped off the evening by going to dinner with Yun Jung's younger brother. It was way cool, and definitely the hardest test of my Korean, since he doesn't have much English to fall back on. A lot of the things he said went over my head, but I got a good portion of what he was talking about.

Today is just going to be a quiet lunch and then head back towards CheongHo (near the Hyundai building) to catch a movie. Maybe "Fantastic Four," as I missed that when it puttered through the theaters in New York.