The reason I’m sick again just may be the communal kitchens. Most of these kids don’t possess the ability to really wash dishes. Hmmmmm.
Anyway, some nice old guy dropped some knowledge on me today. I had commented that most of the fish market workers were women. He said that after so many Korean men didn’t come home from the war, the widows turned to the waterfront to support their families. Most of those women are gone, but passed their stalls on to their daughters. So any man working there, is actually working for their wife or mother or mother in law.
Today’s only activity was a trip to another temple, Beomeosa. It’s an older one, some of the elements are from 890. Such a pretty day.
A gal named Pan chatted me up for a while. I think she wanted to practice her English. She told me about a lot of stuff: all about her friend in Seattle (Alzheimers), her 40 years in Florida, why she was back in Korea (studying Buddhism), where she was renting an apartment, how much she paid for it, her apartment in Seoul and how much *it cost, that she was a US citizen, how she got her visa, when it expired…anyway, she was interesting. She liked talking as much as I do lol. After a while her friend came over and handed out candy. Nice.
The metro ride took me back to my bed and a nice nap. Dinner was pho (Vietnamese chicken noodle soup).
Here’s todays pictures…















