Big mouse

Really sorry for the lack of pictures in this blog. We don't have internet in our apartment yet, so I can't really upload any of my own, and I must resort to using links and other people's pictures off the internet. But soon that will change.

Andy and I visited the Seoul Olympic Park this weekend. It was so good to find an open, tree-filled space. There also happened to be an enormous sculpture exhibition throughout the park (links to other people's images here). Sculptures included spheres, swirls, strange creatures, giant thumbs, and tall geometric shapes. It felt very much like walking through a surrealist painting, what with all the strange things protruding from the ground of an otherwise normal environment.

In other news, I'm slowly falling in love with Vietnamese food. So far I've counted 2 Vietnamese food chains, but there could be more.

Which brings me to the subject of Korean food. Am I in love with it? No. Will I be? Probably not. But I've decided to stop feeling guilty about that, because it's not like I'm a stubborn American with stubborn American tastes. I liked Japanese food (for the 2 days that I was there, I know, but I liked it nonetheless), and I like Indian, Thai, Vietnamese, Morroccan, Italian... etc. So it's ok if I'm not crazy about Korean food, since I seem to really like everything else. I am not dismissing Korean food by any means; there are so many dishes I have yet to try. But I'm ready to stop being disappointed in myself when my taste buds aren't dancing in ecstasy at the taste of kimchi.

And let's conclude with a funny story. Last week, a student told me he called someone a "big mouse", and he wondered if this was offensive because the person looked a little angry. I told him no, I didn't see why calling someone a big mouse was bad. But he wasn't satisfied with that response. He said it again: "big mouse." And I realized he was saying big mouth.