I went to the rock gym tonight.
After I left, a man from the gym literally jogged after me, grabbed me, and pointed to the restaurant I was walking past. “Chicken? Chicken!”
So I went inside with him and joined a handful of other climbers from the gym. And we had a grand old time!
The one other girl knew a few more words than the others. And there are always the korean-english dictionaries in our phones to fall back on!
And charades do a world of good.
And I think I’m going climbing with them in Seoul on Sunday. Pretty sure. That was a five-word conversation.
“8. Sunday. Climbing. Seoul. Harness?”
So I guess that’s six words.