(Na meaning "my")
Firstly, a loverly autumn butterfly:
Second, a loverly autumn friend, who left on Sunday for the warmer climes of California. :( Here she is at our favourite, frequently-frequented coffee shop:
And here is Darth Vader, biking by us as we drink coffee. Protected against the pollution, presumably, although I doubt a bandana over the face really does a whole lot, except make you hot and sweaty:
For her (my friend, not Darth Vader's) last night in Korea, we boogied in a Norae-bang, translated literally as "singing room." Basically your own private karaoke room:
We went on a field trip to an indoor playground yesterday. Here's two of my kids in the dress-up corner: 
And here's one playing in stuffed shit. Literally. The whole room on this field trip was devoted to the body and digestion. In general though, Koreans just love coiled piles of crap. There are even multi-coloured statues of it here and there in Seoul. If you catch your kids doodling while you're teaching, chances are you'll find a few steaming piles of dung in the margins.
And here they are...unfortunately, dressed up like Natives, hooping and hollering. sigh. Korea is way behind, in general, in areas like political correctness and respect for diversity. Most of my students over the past couple of years have been pretty racist, especially toward darker-skinned races. They'll come around eventually I think, maybe by the time this generation grows up.
Second, a loverly autumn friend, who left on Sunday for the warmer climes of California. :( Here she is at our favourite, frequently-frequented coffee shop:
And here is Darth Vader, biking by us as we drink coffee. Protected against the pollution, presumably, although I doubt a bandana over the face really does a whole lot, except make you hot and sweaty:
For her (my friend, not Darth Vader's) last night in Korea, we boogied in a Norae-bang, translated literally as "singing room." Basically your own private karaoke room:
We went on a field trip to an indoor playground yesterday. Here's two of my kids in the dress-up corner: 
And here's one playing in stuffed shit. Literally. The whole room on this field trip was devoted to the body and digestion. In general though, Koreans just love coiled piles of crap. There are even multi-coloured statues of it here and there in Seoul. If you catch your kids doodling while you're teaching, chances are you'll find a few steaming piles of dung in the margins.
And here they are...unfortunately, dressed up like Natives, hooping and hollering. sigh. Korea is way behind, in general, in areas like political correctness and respect for diversity. Most of my students over the past couple of years have been pretty racist, especially toward darker-skinned races. They'll come around eventually I think, maybe by the time this generation grows up.Let's finish on a happier note. Content, as all kids are, in the dirt:
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