And finally we are in Seoul, Seoul-known and loved me. Here I do feel truly like a fish in water is it the language? The truth is that after a year studying Korean, it makes a difference. No talking, I'm still a patato and I can not even remember how to say sorry when I have to, but at least read signs and stuff. It seems that studying (or what I've done, which has a marginal resemblance to the word study) has served a purpose.
the first day, as a typhoon threatened (not kidding), we had the whole cover, mainly in libraries, planning the fastest way to spend all the money they took. I guess that is the downside to learn Korean: Before I was interested in books of this country and now I spend an entire paycheck. The sections for language learning (including learning Korean) is in the libraries here are larger than many home libraries.
That picture you see is the alley that goes to the hostel where we are. By day he still has, but at night I joined because this is Korea, which becomes Paris and I look for another hotel. Fortunately, in this country, more terrifying than you can find in the alley most sordid of all the city is a fried fish restaurant. In fact, when you move around the city will make the streets more or less large, but often you can see small maze of streets leading into doing God knows where. Something like this:
One expects to be impoverished homes and trash in general, however, is looking reasonable accommodation and restaurants in abundance. And it's not about finding restaurants and food places in general (there are many who call them restaurants is over-stretching the term) is unusual, in fact there are everywhere. The smell of food is omnipresent. You could say that here we put the food to shovel, and if not, here is an example of the more graphic:
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