My co-worker and I went to the pasta place I went before. But the waiter spoke only in Korean this time. Sad face. The waiter was handsome, did I mention it before?
I waited with my co-worker for her bus, and then used a public toilet in the Western style at a suitably safe place and went to the dry cleaner to pick up my winter clothes. After lots of motioning and saying yes to things I don’t understand, I am carrying some tights, a skirt, and a coat back to my apartment building.
Picking food off of picture menus, speaking with a strange grammar, walking everywhere, and not understanding. My life in Korea in a nutshell.