




Nikki’s parents met us at the bus station. Despite the fact that it was almost midnight when we reached their house, her mom started cooking! We ate fruit, beef stew and kimchi and her dad poured us each a drink of raspberry wine, soju (hard alcohol) and beer – intense! We got to bed quite late, but it was early up the next morning because they had lots planned for us! We spent the whole day driving around the the southern coast through scenic valleys and mountains while Nikki's mom chatted a mile a minute in Korean. Korean has such an interesting rhythm to it.
First we drove a ways to a green tea farm nestled in the cedar-covered mountains. I had no idea what green tea plants looked like before going there. It was a really beautiful, calm place. We wandered through the rows of bushes on the hillside (still hand-in-hand) and I bought myself a green tea scoop and whisk to go with my tea bowl.
Next stop was a historical village park. The houses there are just like they were hundreds of years ago and people still live in them and sell hand-made crafts. Then we went to a wetland/ estuary reserve to walk along the boardwalks. In the afternoon, we went for lunch and yet again, I ate way too much delicious food.
Then we drove to the chemical district where Nikki’s dad works. I felt overwhelmed driving between the endless gigantic masses of tubes, pipes, vats and smoke stacks used to process crude oil into raw plastic products. We visited one of the companies and her dad’s friend insisted on showing us the promotional video for Korean chemical industries corporation. The environmentalist in me was less than convinced that it’s a good thing. I realize that this happens all over the world and creates jobs for many people, but that realization just makes me sadder/ more determined that things have to change before we destroy the earth.
Anyways, we drove to one of the many fire departments in the area and it was really interesting to see the huge industrial fire trucks and a special one used to analyze chemicals and treat burn victims. From there we took a ferry across to a quaint little island. We drove through the narrow street of a tiny town and then winding up a mountain and down through into a little bay from which we got a beautiful view of the setting sun. Then we continued along the windy road to another little community and back up the other side and caught the ferry back.
I was thoroughly exhausted by this time and had a stomach ache, but they had arranged to go for dinner with Nikki’s dad’s friend. So we drove a ways back to the town and across a lit bridge to an island where we had dinner in a restaurant that looked like it belonged in Greece. Even though I was still full from lunch and they said I didn’t have to eat if I didn’t want to, it all looked so good, so I tried a bit. We had Korean-style sashimi which was, you guessed it, delicious!
Just when I thought we were done for the night, we walked up the hill from the restaurant to a tea house! There a friend of the dad’s friend served us three kinds of Asian teas and gave me a beautiful hand-painted fan! We got home late and Nikki had to pack up some stuff to move into the university residences in Pusan the next day after dropping me off at the airport. Actually, she missed the first few days of university in order to visit with me. She is such a sweet person and her parents are wonderful. I was sad to leave Korea, but I know I will go back someday!