On Korea

As we near our departure date, I thought I should describe a little bit more about Korea. One of the things I will NOT be missing is the battleground also known as, the Public Restroom. Now, I was warned in advance about the Squatty Potty, so that part wasn't surprising at all. The lack of toilet paper, however, was a surprise. Many restrooms don't even have any butt shammy, and those restrooms that do keep a supply, typically keep it by the front door, or outside of the bathroom. So, while you're standing in line, grab your supply, because you won't be getting another chance. My theory is, they do this so they can judge how long you are going to be in the stall, if you know what I mean. I've been to a restroom in a restaurant where there was a FANCY toilet. Complete with bidet, seat warmer, dryer and deodorizer. The downside? It didn't flush. I don't care how many bells and whistles the throne has, the only one that REALLY matters is whether or not it flushes! Some other unique things they add to the ladies powder room: a urinal. Don't ask. I still don't understand. They also often have a room for kids. It has an itty bitty toilet or sometimes a potty chair. Don't worry, no places to change diapers. I think there is a big emphasis on early potty training here. Alright. Enough with the potty talk.

People here are PUSHY. I'm not basing this on one instance. Pretty much any time you are out in public ANYWHERE you will notice it. I think this is a result of a couple of things. First of all, there is no such thing as personal space on this small country. Secondly, I've heard that, regardless of their religious preference, the Koreans are a Confucius society. Basically, if you don't make eye contact with them, you don't exist. Sometimes I still forget how crazy it can be around these parts! I have developed a few skills, (still not enough to fit in or anything) and can successfully push my way onto a train and hopefully board and unboard a plane in a successful manner without being separated from my children or belongings.

One thing that I really enjoy about the people here is their love for children. Although it was a bit shocking at first to have strangers interact with my children in such a personal manner, now I appreciate it. I like going to the park and watching someone help my Baby Girl go down a slide. I find it quite refreshing, especially after going to the Base Chapel last weekend and learning that their new policy does not allow them to change diapers. That is definitely one thing I'll be taking home with me to states. I'm will no longer be reluctant to hold a child's hand when his parent's arms are full or stop and tell a parent how beautiful their child is. The Korean society has taken it upon itself to raise its own children. Like when you go to a restaurant and someone other than your server refills your drink. Refreshing.

As I learn more about the people here, their culture and their history, I also understand and admire them more. I admire their strength, their perseverance and their ability to pick themselves up and keep going. Their country has experienced some tremendous hardship in the not so distant past, yet they continue and they grow. They've carved for themselves their own identity, allowing influences from many other countries, while maintaining their own unique culture.

With all this being said, I still don't like kim-chi. And they eat A LOT of garlic. The proof is in the smell.