I haven't posted this many pictures in a long time, so this might be fun. (Mom edition)
Yup, my mom's here and for the first week or so, the stream near my house where I roller-blade looked like this...
When it was supposed to look like this...
That's some real flooding, too. Other parts of the stream where the walls aren't so high got their streets flooded, and seven people died across the country, according to the news.
Mom didn't die though. She just wandered around my neighborhood and probably spied on all the stuff in my room while I was at work.
Here we are in Busan, where instead of being rainy and stickyhumid, it was blazingfrickinhot and stickyhumid. We spent short bursts of time outside and then long bursts inside, so ask us how many Dunkin' Doughnuts there are in Busan.
Here's mom swimming in the Pacific Ocean.*** She's either the man in the white shirt or the woman in the black full-piece.
The bridge in the back is hilarious. The beach is the inside of a bay, so they built a two-tiered bridge across the outside of the bay.
*** It's hard to suggest you're swimming in the Pacific when Japan's somewhere in the middle, but you don't need to know that.... On your capitalist American maps, that water would be called the Sea of Japan, but here in capitalist Korea, they call it the East Sea, because the Japanese don't exist.
Here we are at a temple up in the mountains of Busan. It wasn't as touristy as we expected and everybody was praying inside the individual buildings.
Mom kept asking the monks to take pictures of us, but no matter how loud she yelled and how hard she pinched them, they kept it up with the praying. ****
**** Mom didn't actually yell at or pinch any monks.
The monk with the laptop. We laughed, but not too loudly.
Today in Seoul, we ate an enormous enormous lunch with some of my kids from last year... They're "on vacation" this week, but still have Chinese, Art, Music and Speed Skating***** lessons. How about that.
***** They call it LONG SKATING here. hehe
This is the Olympic Park in Seoul. It's a beautiful park in the middle or a luxurious part of the city and I hadn't even heard about it until a few weeks ago. Oops.
It also has a museum of the 1988 Olympics, so guess what that means!!!!
Oh Canada, Our Home and Native Land....
True Patriot Love, In All Our Hearts Command....
We see the rise, We see the rise....
Our Hearts Command for Thee....
Oh Canada, Our Home and Native Land....
The museum staff said my spontaneous singing of the national anthem upon seeing Ben Johnson was the most passionate and inspiring they'd seen in weeks.
One of the biggest highlights of the museum was the collection of mascots from all the games. Mom and I couldn't stop laughing at some of them, and the best was of course Canada. The Montreal black-and-red beaver was easily the silliest of all.
I can't imagine the joy I'd feel if my father the sports reporter returned from the 1976 games with a mascot that looked like charcoal with a ribbon. Bravo, Montreal.
(And the below mascot is from Moscow 1980. Some kind of Boris the Bear or something.)
Looking into the empty subway tunnel, I thought about ditching mom and regaining my independence, but then I heard the train coming and I got scared and hid behind mom's leg.
When it was supposed to look like this...
That's some real flooding, too. Other parts of the stream where the walls aren't so high got their streets flooded, and seven people died across the country, according to the news.
Mom didn't die though. She just wandered around my neighborhood and probably spied on all the stuff in my room while I was at work.
Here we are in Busan, where instead of being rainy and stickyhumid, it was blazingfrickinhot and stickyhumid. We spent short bursts of time outside and then long bursts inside, so ask us how many Dunkin' Doughnuts there are in Busan.
Here's mom swimming in the Pacific Ocean.*** She's either the man in the white shirt or the woman in the black full-piece.
The bridge in the back is hilarious. The beach is the inside of a bay, so they built a two-tiered bridge across the outside of the bay.
*** It's hard to suggest you're swimming in the Pacific when Japan's somewhere in the middle, but you don't need to know that.... On your capitalist American maps, that water would be called the Sea of Japan, but here in capitalist Korea, they call it the East Sea, because the Japanese don't exist.
Here we are at a temple up in the mountains of Busan. It wasn't as touristy as we expected and everybody was praying inside the individual buildings.
Mom kept asking the monks to take pictures of us, but no matter how loud she yelled and how hard she pinched them, they kept it up with the praying. ****
**** Mom didn't actually yell at or pinch any monks.
The monk with the laptop. We laughed, but not too loudly.
Today in Seoul, we ate an enormous enormous lunch with some of my kids from last year... They're "on vacation" this week, but still have Chinese, Art, Music and Speed Skating***** lessons. How about that.
***** They call it LONG SKATING here. hehe
This is the Olympic Park in Seoul. It's a beautiful park in the middle or a luxurious part of the city and I hadn't even heard about it until a few weeks ago. Oops.
It also has a museum of the 1988 Olympics, so guess what that means!!!!
Oh Canada, Our Home and Native Land....
True Patriot Love, In All Our Hearts Command....
We see the rise, We see the rise....
Our Hearts Command for Thee....
Oh Canada, Our Home and Native Land....
The museum staff said my spontaneous singing of the national anthem upon seeing Ben Johnson was the most passionate and inspiring they'd seen in weeks.
One of the biggest highlights of the museum was the collection of mascots from all the games. Mom and I couldn't stop laughing at some of them, and the best was of course Canada. The Montreal black-and-red beaver was easily the silliest of all.
I can't imagine the joy I'd feel if my father the sports reporter returned from the 1976 games with a mascot that looked like charcoal with a ribbon. Bravo, Montreal.
(And the below mascot is from Moscow 1980. Some kind of Boris the Bear or something.)
Looking into the empty subway tunnel, I thought about ditching mom and regaining my independence, but then I heard the train coming and I got scared and hid behind mom's leg.
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