The weather during Korean winters is dreary, but the trees here make up for it. Leaves are changing to bright primary colors—not unlike they do in the
I spent a few hours last weekend picking tangerines with my friend Alec and his host family on their farm. It was not difficult; you wear gloves (less than a pack of gum at the convenience store, oddly) and use special scissors to clip them off the tree. Everyone on the island either owns a small tangerine farm or knows someone who does; I’ve talked to few people here who haven’t picked tangerines at some point. Not only does everyone pick, but the town itself is overflowing with free tangerines. There are usually leftovers after the tangerines are neatly packaged and sent to the mainland, but this year the teachers at my school tell me there was an extra-large crop and there are even more extras. It shows—I have been given free tangerines at a clothing shop, when paying my cell phone bill, and at a Japanese restaurant yesterday with my family.
Part Two: Holidays
As for my own Thanksgiving, I went with most people from my program the weekend before to the Ambassador’s house in
Part Three: PopTart Days
Home: I miss it more than normal. This is evidenced by two consecutive PopTart Days last week. PopTart Days are the days when I miss the
I still need one more plane ticket, but for the most part it's booked-- one week in Japan with my college friend, two weeks teaching special English classes here in Seogwipo, 20 days in Borneo, Malaysia with my older brother... and a little over two months' worth of paychecks going to pay for it. Minus the money, though, I am pumped.