All views and information presented herein are my own and do not represent the views of the Fulbright Program or the U.S. Department of State.
Three weeks exploring, discovering, learning, inspired and in awe of this country’s resilience and grit. Reflecting on the opportunity of adventure and freedom, wishing for time to stand still.
Seoul is a patchwork quilt stitched with a thread of contradictions.The city embraces me in a way that allows me to feel comfortable, accepted and safe.
Hangul no longer looks like a jumble of symbols – I can look at a map and read street names, monuments, districts.
Hangul no longer sounds strange – I can recognize the subway stops announced over the sound system without having to read the names of the stations. I read on my phone, no longer apprehensive that I will miss my stop.
Lists are one way of writing about places, things, people, life. Lists can be written in words of pictures. Many of us spend hours brainstorming, writing and reading them. For those of us who are lovers of lists, this is one I wrote alone or maybe not. I got help from Seoul and Seoulites.
Neon colored signs, food signs
Announcing everything for sale.
Barbequed meat, kalbi, bulgogi
Noodles, Mul-naengmyeon, Jjajangmyeon
Coffee, iceflakes, desserts
Lingering smells from stalls and streets.
Museums, monuments, parks
Sprinkling beauty on the town.
Butterflies, nabi, children
Flying, running free.
Hanboks, jeans, sneakers
Honoring tradition, looking to the future.
High-rises, two story houses
Writing a cityscape with no rhyme but reason.
Telephone wires, cellphones, high speed internet
Above ground and underground – connected and isolated.
Traffic jams, cyclists
Traveling through the heart of the city and beyond.
Fountains, streams, the Han River
Flowing in its middle, joining the halves into one Seoul.