Lughnasa and the 2% crescent Korea Moon
Thursday gratefuls: Seoah feeling better. My son’s love. Murdoch’s, too. And, Seoah’s. Songtan. Working out aprés the flare. Hot wings. Writing. Seoul. An amazing and vibrant city. The Mountains of Songtang. The Rocky Mountains. The Apennines. The Atlas. The Himalayas. The Alps. The Dolomites. The Appalachians. The Smokies. The Sierra Nevada.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Mountains
One brief shining: With a cup of instant coffee in hand I look out the window from this twelfth floor apartment toward Seoul seeing Songtan below and the Tree covered Mountain that rises behind it, then how the city has engulfed and climbed not only this Mountain but others in its range, street and businesses and housing climbing, climbing.
Figuring out the logistics of getting into Seoul and the National Museum of Korea. We could take a bus, but the times were not convenient. At least going up. So, subway. The blue line to the orange line, transfer and four stops north. Between an hour and a half to two hours. After the museum we will take the bus home, perhaps a taxi from the museum to the bus. Just to make a trifecta of urban transportation. Might be my son and me. Depends on how Seoah’s feeling by Sunday.
I could go by myself. Though I don’t have as much stamina as I used to and my brain doesn’t compute the ways of the various modes of transportation as quickly and easily as it used to. Especially in a language that remains beyond my grasp. Not dementia, just the changing neurological capacities of the aging brain. Rapid processing is one of the things that diminishes in quality.
This visit though. With the still healing back. I’ll choose to go with family that can help. This will be trip three into Seoul. I wanted to focus on Seoul this trip and that’s what we’ve done.
We do have a trip planned on the 23rd to Jeonju, a village of 800 traditional Korean homes with restaurants, crafts people, and places to stay overnight. That will be the only outside Seoul experience (other than Songtan, of course) this time. Excepting the 70th birthday for Seoah’s mom in Gwangju and the overnight in Okwga at her parent’s village.
Every trip, my brother said, has its own rhythm. Yes to that. This one has had a slow deliberate rhythm, pauses often and long. The in depth Korean experience for me has come in Songtan. Hardly a tourist destination, it’s a working city with businesses and streets and transportation to serve its citizens, not the world of travelers. With the exception of the area around Osan AB. But where my son and Seoah live Songtan is an urban area for Koreans.
That has given me an unusual opportunity, as did Seoah’s mom’s 70th, to visit Korea as it is, not as it wishes to be seen or as tourists with shorter stays might ever encounter. The enforced slower strolling my sore back has occasioned has reminded me that I may have gone too quickly through the world in times past. There is much to see and learn at a slow walking pace.
