Apparently intestines are big here in the food world. In fact there is a place that is in my dong (yes dong, it is the name of my neighborhood), and all they serve there is intestine!! Now, for the record, I did not know I was going to be dining on some animal’s innards. I did not know what this lady was saying and so we just pointed at pictures and she made it seem like I would like it. I thought it was all chicken, but boy was I wrong. Once I saw the actual chicken legs I had wondered what else I had just eaten. Then I saw squid and then the long thing spiraled onto the skewer. I examined it briefly and with a shrug I took a bite. It was chewy, but not terrible, just not my style so I refrained from eating the rest. This is the mystery meat that a coworker later informed me was more than likely intestine. Well, cross that one off the bucket list!
Now to fast forward... I am now in Daejeon and have been for a couple weeks. I love it here. I feel really comfortable and safe and my school is great. The people here are incredibly nice and it’s really funny because there has been many times where someone tries to talk to me (in Korean) and I obviously have no idea what they are saying, yet they keep talking and laughing. So, I laugh with them and give the occasional head nod acting like I have even a slight idea of what they are saying. I actually bonded with a Korean man in checkout line over booze. He pointed at my bottles, yes bottles, and did a drinking motion and laughed. Then he said some other things and pointed to places like he was telling a story and I acted like I knew what he was saying. We laughed and bonded in that checkout line having no clue what each other were saying. It was beautiful.I am constantly learning new things and becoming more confident and comfortable with my surroundings. Transportation is very cheap here. I took a taxi by myself for the first time on Saturday and told the driver, in Korean where I needed to go! It was pretty neat, we still relied on non-verbal’s for left and right turns, but I made it home and all was good!
The next step is to get my ARC card. I am an immigrant alien, if that does not make someone feel like an outsider I don’t know what will! I will fill everyone in on my school, classes and the kids, but I wanted to give a quick update as I had time. I hear screaming kids in the hallway now, this means its gym time. It is time to put on my Miss Abbie pants! Until next time! J
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