Before I went on my Baengnyeong Do adventure I thought I'd meet Clint in Insadong for some lunch and some possible shopping. When I got there his phone had been malfunctioning so he didn't even know where we were supposed to meet. I waited for him in a cafe and studied my Korean book (my Hangeuil is slowly coming along) and eventually, Clint arrived with his pal Joe and we went for Dokgalbi and delicious ice cream, and then people watched on the street and window shopped for awhile until I had to go to Incheon to meet up with Scott. Everything being on the same subway line is so convenient!
This was a first: I was the only person in my subway compartment. Why? Because it was Chuseok, and every single Korean was on their way to see their family in some distant region of the country, leaving Seoul virtually empty- except for the ex-pats, of course. One of my ESL students asked me, "Miss Janine, you go to Canada Chuseok?", to which I sadly replied no, we don't celebrate Chuseok in Canada.