Lately I've been feeling homesick because of page numbers. When we get to pg. 131 in a book at school, it reminds me of highway 131 in Grand Rapids and then I miss all my friends and the good times from Calvin. And when we come to pg. 66, it reminds me of rout 66 through Gallup and then I miss my friends and the red rocks of Gallup. And if any of our books had 401 pages, it would make me miss Toronto. But none of them do, so I don't miss Toronto. Just joking.
Kids are sponges. Earlier, I wrote about one of my students, Ellen, who went to New Zealand for a few months. Well, she's back, and she has a pretty strong kiwi accent. I think it's amazing how she picked up such an accent in a short amount of time. No adult could do that. But I don't know what the rest of my kindergartens think. I haven't brought it up and they haven't said anything about it, but I'm sure they have noticed because it's hard to understand her sometimes. So funny.
This past weekend brought two new experiences for me. First, on Friday, a group of us went to a restaurant none of us had been to before. That's because this restaurant serves dog meat. If I haven't mentioned it yet, Koreans, a lot of them at least, eat dog meat. I didn't know this until I had gotten to Korea, and when I found out about it, I didn't really think much of it. Personally, I'm not opposed to it. I don't see much difference between dog meat and cow, pig, or sheep meat. But I also didn't have a pet dog as a kid. I know people here who are strongly against it and they all seem to be people who have been close to a pet dog before; so I understandable their position..
Last Friday, when I heard that others were going out to eat dog meat, I said, "well, why not?" and I joined them. Turns out, its quite good! It was tender and didn't taste much different than beef. I liked it. We ate it in a soup, which is more common, and by itself, barbecue style.
The second novel experience of the weekend was the Chilpo International Jazz Festival (www.chilpojazz.com). Chilpo is a beach about 20 minutes north of Pohang. A couple of us went early to relax on the beach for a while. We brought along badminton rackets and I ended up playing some pretty awesome badminton with a Korean woman who was at least in her 50s. It was pretty cool.
As for the Jazz music, we saw two groups play. The first was led by a Brazilian percussionist who plays a mean tambourine. I was impressed. But I loved the second group. It was a trio - three French guys - one on the piano, one on the bass, and one on the drums. I was blown away. I even bought the CD. They're called the Remi Panossian Trio. They've become my new Frank Mills.
Here's a video:
|Here's us with the band. I got their autograph. (shrug) no big deal.|