Adventure Log

Today is the last day of Chuseok break. Chuseok is Korean Thanksgiving. We get a week off from school. Korean families get together and clean off the graves of their families. They celebrate together. It has been likened to our Christmas but without presents. The kids have said that they do get money. I heard about Chuseok first, from the old man who runs the GS25. He told me he had to get up extra early to cut the grass and clean his parents' graves. He told me this as we sat out on the picnic table after skating at the skate park. He also talked about watching a skateboarder in Seoul and how that kid never gave up until he got the trick. He appreciated the perseverance it takes to learn to skateboard. He also told me I am strong like a man. I think that was a compliment in a foreign language sort of way. There isn't only the GS25, on the front street we have a CU too. It is like having 711 and Max all in the same block. On that block, there is also a Quizno's and a Pizza

  Sagye Beach When we got to Jeju, we arrived late in the night, in the dark. We didn't know where we were. There was no map in my brain. I was disorientated by lack of sleep and travel that I was not paying attention to. Staying in the home for quarantine for two weeks only prolonged that feeling of disorientation, adding more questions to our list. What is that building we can see from the third floor? Can we walk through those trees? Is the beach by those big hills? I wonder how long it takes to walk to school? During quarantine we ate well and I did multiple workouts and yoga classes each day. I kept moving in the space provided. I felt lucky to have a back yard and to be able to do workouts in the fresh air. If it rained, I worked out in different rooms in the home. I danced the whole house during one monsoon rain. We made it work. When we were released from quarantine, Jonny didn't even want to leave the house. That was so strange to me. He didn't leave. He had gotten