막걸리
When I walked into the gym last night, there was a dinner laid out with makgeolli–rice wine, which is eggnog in texture, but with a bite. Yes, someone had brought a gas burner and disposable chopsticks. And of course, they waved me over to join.
And of course I did!
Never mind that I had already gone out for dinner.
Never mind that I was about to climb and alcohol and exercise don’t mix.
And that food, whatever it was, was good! Spicy, some tofu chunks…it rivaled the lunch I had after hiking Thursday.
Anyways. Continuing the night of unexpected things that made me smile…
When I left, I started the walk to my bus stop. A guy from the gym pulled up beside me and motioned that he wanted to give me a ride, so jump in I did!
I’m learning to really love broken conversations. I think his name is “eeh-sohn-oo” (이선우?). Who knows!
Oh, and the 8-year-old-whom-I-love is trying out more English on me. He managed to tell me that he’s short, and thin, and when he left he yelled, “RLachel byeee!”
I must needs learn their language. I’m working on it.
At least I can now properly inform Koreans that I do not like soondae.
rachelshae 