So a couple of weeks ago, when I, you know, had job prospects, I felt like there was a very real chance that I might be out of Asia next year. (Now? Who knows.) This prompted me to crunch some numbers and decide that I should spend my last Tsagaan Sar not in Mongolia, but in Seoul, so I booked a flight for Friday. I have waxed poetic on numerous occasions about how much I love Korea, but not actually written about most of the things I enjoyed there. To get me in shape for the upcoming blog-a-thon, I'm writing about a few of those things this week.
My mom did not agree with my assessment. See, first you have to walk uphill a little ways to get to the cable car. Then, of course, you have to ride the cable car up the hill. Maybe this probably shows the self-centeredness of youth, but I wasn't actually aware that my mom was afraid of heights until she got panicky on the ride. Oops. But eventually we made it...to the exit. Which was not, apparently, on the peak of the hill, so I heard a lot of complaining as we huffed and puffed our way up the last of the steps. But we finally made it, and Gracie agreed that the view was very nice.
She hasn't visited me overseas since. I wonder why...
*I've actually given more thought to the perfect wardrobe for me and Five's nerdy-nerdy Japan holiday than packing for Seoul. It's how I roll.