Snow Day in Korea

Finally, after eighteen months of teaching in Korea, I had a snow day. By what I read before coming here, I assumed that they were doling out snow days at the immigration counter to every teacher that passed by. I saw pictures from the Korean War, and the soldiers were always covered with patches of the stuff. However, we endured two cold winters without much snow. Until last night. And it was one of those surprise days off. I had no idea that it had snowed when the phone rang at 5 am. I thought it was Kristie, since she was touching down in Seattle around the same time. No, it was the gym teacher bearing that great news of unspeakable joy.

As I referenced, Kristie left for a short visit to Seattle and Portland yesterday. I already miss having her here. I cooked chicken on the barbecue on our patio for dinner. We had a pack in the refrigerator, and I cooked it all at once. There are few things as lonely as cooking five chicken breasts on a propane grill in the cold for yourself. Those breasts were mocking my solitude, I could sense it.




I just looked outside and it is snowing again. I hope the gym teacher calls again.