Keep an open mind, that's all I can say.

I don't think this country is ever going to stop surprising me.

I went out for a walk between my evening classes tonight in hopes of finding some supper, preferable something portable and, as I am alone, something for one. I decided to try the street foods. I can't remember the Korean word for these guys, but its the same principle as the Fry Truck that hangs out downtown near the bars, except they're cleaner, nicer and generally have better food.

I was walking down one of the main streets of of my district and across the road I spotted an Ajuma (Old Lady basically, I'll go into this more later) with something steaming and I could see little sticks. Sticks are good, I thought, that means I can carry what I buy and eat it that way.

Well I walked over, pointed at this rectangular meat on a stick and asked if it was chicken, Or at least I think I did, but I'm not sure if I succeeded as I'm pretty sure what I got was fish. But this was a possibility I expected. What I did not expect was when she took the four meat stick things I was buying , dropped them into a bag and promptly removed my sticks! She then poured a cup of the broth this stuff was simmering in, into the bag, tied it off and passed it to me. I asked for some chopsticks (Read: I pointed and made sad gestures) and walked back to school. So here I was thinking I was getting some sort of a meat on a stick, and instead I find myself eating some sort of a soup, but it is tasty!

Anyways, off to class! I will try to give a longer and more complete update on what I've been doing when I have time.

Jamie