This post is so incredibly overdue, its embarrassing. But it is about a topic very deserving of a blog post, so it cannot be left out.
Over the Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving) holiday, my parents came to visit Korea for one week. We were so happy to have them and excited to show them what had become our home for the past 2 years. I am so proud of all of the new and strange things they ate, what good sports they were about all of the walking we had to do (even with a hurt foot), and how excited they were to experience a new culture.
Later in the week, by a wonderful coincidence, we were joined by my brother, Kevin. He was on his way home to New York after a vacation in Vietnam. Kevin has been to Seoul before so he was a great help to me showing our parents around. Plus, as much as the weather tried to get us down, we still managed to show Kev some new stuff he hadn't seen before.
I am so lucky to have had my whole family in Korea at the same time. I will always treasure the opportunity I had to share Korea with them.
Here is a picture story of some of the things we did:
We sat on the floor while eating the strange food. We struggled at first, but eventually unlocked the secret of using chopsticks.
We saw a really funny non-verbal dance performance called Nanta.
We went to Bongeunsa Temple which is a Buddhist prayer sanctuary in the middle the city, surrounded by huge skyscrapers.
Then my whole family visited 2 of my third grade English classes. The kids had tons of questions like, "Kevin, what's your favorite coffee drink? Is it caramel macchiato?"
A big "kamsamnida" to my parents and brother for their patience, love, and excellent company during their visit to Korea.