Lost in Translation 길을 잃어버렸어요

We tried to open a bank account the other day.  It wasn't as easy as we were hoping.  We wanted to open one account for the both of us to share.  When the kind Korean lady behind the counter at the bank tried to get us to open another account via speaking softly to us in Korean, we kept saying we only wanted 1.  "Uh, only one account, um, kay-sahn il?  One account."  She had no idea what we were saying.  So she called our advisor who speaks English.  Needless-to-say we thought we got it all resolved with one account and one password for the both of us.  But, we really ended up opening two accounts with one password.  I guess she thought we were saying/begging to share the same password.  We didn't realize this until an hour and a half later when we finally left the bank thinking we had communicated pretty decently.

We had an idea to bake some cookies for our neighbors so that we could have friends, and for our co-workers at school, but then we remembered we don't have an oven.  So then we thought about no-bake cookies, and fudge.  We went to the large market here, (which is like a Wal-mart for South Korea), to pick up vanilla, cocoa and oats.  Simple....not so much.  It takes at least 3 minutes of trying to communicate what we are looking for with the employees, and then 5 minutes for them to think they have found what we are saying, and then 30 seconds for us to discover that they probably don't sell what we are looking for after all.  All this to say, we still haven't made any sweets, which means we still don't really have friends.

We also bought masks today to walk to school in.  The pollution here is pretty bad, and we have a mile walk to school everyday.  As if we didn't already have enough people stopping to stare at us because I have blonde wavy hair, and Ryan is "tall", we now walk around the city in blue cloth masks.  It's fine.

We are so attracted to each other when we look like this.

One of our favorite things to do on the weekends is go to the bakery/coffee shop down the street from us to read, play cards and talk.  It's called Paris Baguette, but we call it Francois' House.

Sometimes they have a very interesting selection of baked goods.

This is grilled cheese and ham with pizza on top.

We are still having a blast.

Currently reading:

Ryan's book.

Katie's book.