The second weekend I was there, we went to visit Hyun’s grandmothers, on both sides. His dad’s side grandma, fixed us lunch (yum!) and we got to see where he was born. He had memories of growing up there and it was fun to see him remember it all. He hadn’t been to see the village for 16 years. His grandma told me at one point that I was “pretty because I ate,” and I don’t think I’ve ever received a more grandma compliment.
The Next Day, we went to Deagu where his other grandma
lives. We went out to eat with her and his Uncle/Aunt/Nephew. However, Hyun and
the Aunt ate a chicken soup grandma made first because she called him to tell
him she killed a chicken for him. It was a traditional Korean BBQ place. Which
means that you cook your own meat at the table, and eat it with sides in a
piece of lettuce. I had a veggie bimbop thiny again, but it was with different
vegetables. The waitress did NOT want to give it to us without the meat, we had
to convince her that it really Really was fine. You weren’t allowed to wear
shoes inside the restaurant, but they gave you slippers for the bathroom. (Most
of the time when we had to do shared slippers, I tried really hard not to think
about the other people feet touching it stuff…)
We spent the night in Deagu where we met up with a boyfriend
of a friend’s sister (It was a mutual friend between Hyun/Kristine/I that we
met in Skopje! The boyfriend is doing the English Program in Korea (EPIK)
teaching English in Deagu for a year. It was a very fun evening, with soju and
magkoli of course!
The next day we drove back to Seoul, but stopped at a Korea
Folk Village. Apparently, Monday is NOT the day to visit. Usually they have
people doing the traditional crafts, but no one was working on them today
(except for one man making shoes). They had village life, a cafeteria, a
temple, a horse show, and a mask making experience (of course we had to do
this!). However, it was really hot that day as well. We ate at a yummy Italian
place for dinner that was almost right outside the gates.
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