Written by a delightful little 8 year old named Rachel.  Everything is [sic].

Chusok is on August 15th by the lunar calendar.  We put on Han-bok on Chusok.  We make Song-pyeon, and perform an ancestral sacrifice.  We go to the ancestor’s grave.  I had a fun when I made a Song-pyeon.  I was very hard when I went to the grave.  Because the grave was on top of the mountain and put on high heeled shoes.

I do adore reading their writing.

My Chuseok was certainly less sacrificial and fabulous with the high-heels.  In fact, I spent most of it in my apartment, chillin’ out and playing waaaaay too many games.  It rained like the dickens for a couple days, so I didn’t have much else to do.  I did manage to go hiking at Inwangsan again, though on the other side of the mountain.  What precarious paths!  Crowded due to the holiday and a little rain-slick, the trail led up what averaged out to a 45 degree incline.  Someone had gone along decades before and painted white along the “suggested” route, steps roughly carved out of rock and sometimes accompanied by a rope guardrail of sorts.  The safest, yet most strenuous bit ran along an ancient wall.  I wondered its age, but never saw a sign in English to tell.  After gettin’ mah cardio in, we made our way to Itaewon for dinner at a delicious Thai restaurant and I bought 5 books (four of which are by Douglas Adams) at the only English bookstore we’re aware of in Seoul.

All in all, a lovely day and a relaxing vacation.  Coming back to work this week hasn’t been easy, less so due to the prospect of a new job in less than 2 months!  October can’t shoot past fast enough.