Takanori
It has been little over 3 months since I arrived in Seoul. In case I have not said this to you directly, let me publicly express my gratitude to all those people that have helped me settle here, friends and strangers alike. I believe everything happens for a reason (Thanks to Angela for that) from why teaching is my passion to missing the bus. You are where you are meant to be.
I will have to explain this in more detail, but I just want to post some pictures from the last week.
Here is Takanori, Angela's gorgeous little boy (I've forgotten his Korean name. Jun Shun perhaps?). He looks just like me when I was a baby.
He is such a happy child. They were talking to him in Korean, Chinese and I in Greek. Whenever I talked to him in Greek about the stories I would tell him and how I would teach him how to speak he would smile and laugh. He showed little interest in Chinese though that could be because he likes male voices. Still, part of me believes it was the beauty of Greek that appealed to him.
And here is the yummy mummy....
And finally, here is a poem for you both. I would type it out but the Chinese typing program is so out of date I might as well use a brush. Even though the Korea Strait separates us you are both in my heart.
One of my great treasures is learning Chinese. As learning any language, it has opened a great many doors for me. Just last week the auxiliary teachers at Gyenam Elementary were trying to teach me Korean. But our lingua franca at the moment is Mandarin.
The same thing happened at Macondo Salsa Bar. This is the salsa bar I go to on Thursdays. It was, I've been told, the first salsa bar in Korea. At first it was very strange for me because the instructor teaches the class in English though most people learning to dance are Korean. Maybe it serves as an English practice class too. Either way, I had a great conversation in Chinese with one of the other students. She had completed her university degree in Beijing and now works for an import/export company dealing with Chinese companies (as all import companies do these days, hehe).
I will have to explain this in more detail, but I just want to post some pictures from the last week.
Here is Takanori, Angela's gorgeous little boy (I've forgotten his Korean name. Jun Shun perhaps?). He looks just like me when I was a baby.
He is such a happy child. They were talking to him in Korean, Chinese and I in Greek. Whenever I talked to him in Greek about the stories I would tell him and how I would teach him how to speak he would smile and laugh. He showed little interest in Chinese though that could be because he likes male voices. Still, part of me believes it was the beauty of Greek that appealed to him.
And here is the yummy mummy....
And finally, here is a poem for you both. I would type it out but the Chinese typing program is so out of date I might as well use a brush. Even though the Korea Strait separates us you are both in my heart.
One of my great treasures is learning Chinese. As learning any language, it has opened a great many doors for me. Just last week the auxiliary teachers at Gyenam Elementary were trying to teach me Korean. But our lingua franca at the moment is Mandarin.
The same thing happened at Macondo Salsa Bar. This is the salsa bar I go to on Thursdays. It was, I've been told, the first salsa bar in Korea. At first it was very strange for me because the instructor teaches the class in English though most people learning to dance are Korean. Maybe it serves as an English practice class too. Either way, I had a great conversation in Chinese with one of the other students. She had completed her university degree in Beijing and now works for an import/export company dealing with Chinese companies (as all import companies do these days, hehe).
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