#reverb12 – December 12

Unexpected Passion:  What new hobby or interest piqued your passion this year?  Or did you think about an old passion in a new way?

This is an easy one.  I took pictures of everything, constantly.  I pined for bigger and better cameras, though maintained some modicum of self-control and kept it to two.  I feel like the past year was a story told mostly in pictures.  So I’ve posted some of my favourite pictures from the past year below.  Most were taken in Korea, some on my trips to Nova Scotia and British Columbia when I first came back to Canada.  Some honour the great city that I’ve lived in for so long.   Click on the first picture to see a larger version and then you can see them all at that size by hitting “next” on the top right of each.  Enjoy!

Taken at Namsan Tower, Seoul, South Korea

Namsan Tower, Seoul, South Korea

Taken in Incheon, South Korea

Incheon, South Korea

Photo finish, Seoul, South Korea

Photo finish, Seoul, South Korea

Jayu Park, Incheon, South Korea

Jayu Park, Incheon, South Korea

Dongdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea

Dongdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea

Cherry Blossom Festival, Seoul, South Korea

Cherry Blossom Festival, Seoul, South Korea

Dairy creamer, Incheon, South Korea

Dairy creamer, Incheon, South Korea

Boracay, Phillippines

Boracay, Phillippines

Gyeongbokgun Palace, Seoul, South Korea

Gyeongbokgun Palace, Seoul, South Korea

Pub, Halifax, Nova Scotia

Pub, Halifax, Nova Scotia

Everything's got a price, Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia

Everything’s got a price, Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia

Altar of love, Rathtrevor, British Columbia

Altar of love, Rathtrevor, British Columbia

Toronto, Ontario

Toronto, Ontario

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#reverb12 – December 4

Place: What places anchored you this year? Or were you in search of new places and spaces to call your own and call home? Describe the place you love and why it means so much to you.

What anchored me this year was the roads and paths I walked everyday.

Whether I headed west toward Sinyeonsu station past the middle school that was my landmark when trying to get home by cab.  You could never go wrong giving a cabbie a school because schools didn’t come and go the way businesses did.  Namdong Godung Hakyo.  Namdong High School.  West past the two foot bridges that I never took because they scared the hell out of me and I would rather walk ten blocks in the wrong direction then be suspended over traffic.  West past the church with its buses parked outside waiting to bring worshipers to its doors.  West past the park on a hill that with the staircases laid down its sides so you could climb to the walking path if you wanted more of a challenge than simply walking up it.

Or east towards Seoul.  East past the fields of some produce I could never identify farmed by the elderly.  East past kimchi pots and samgyeopsal places always populated by older people who would smile as I walked by and an older man on a bike one day who offered me chestnuts to keep my strength up.  East and then north on the lonely street with the butterfly lamp posts across the road from the wonderfully flat biking trail.   East and north past the metal flower windmills in blue, red, yellow, pink and green.

Or straight north up that enormous hill, that would take me 15 minutes to hike one way, that I scaled no more than three times.  North to that park situated oddly half way up the hill, with its shaded areas and soccer pitch and tennis court and exercise machines.  That park where I watched men play soccer joyously one afternoon and thought that I might just learn to like this country.   But never any further north because the manure smell was so bad and it always felt creepy and unsafe.  And it was always uphill.

Or south, my favourite, along the wooded walking trail behind my apartment building, lined with exercise equipment and playground toys and shaded patios.  South on the path where I had to walk early if I didn’t want to compete with elderly Koreans who could outwalk me.  South and then east past the food trucks that doubled as little roadside restaurants whose patrons never bothered to stare at me like everyone else.  And east past the art vendors that popped up with their generators to light their wares late into the night.  And south again past work and the Home Plus and the enormous Eco Metro apartment complex, to the water and the boardwalk.  And then east again to the fish market and the love motels or west to the building that looked like a huge, silver Darth Vader helmet that no one could identify for me.

No matter which direction I roamed it all felt like home.  Maybe even more than the apartment that I lived in.  It was those walking paths, along with the songs that I listened to while I walked them–Raise Your Weapon, Rinzler, Dream is Collapsing, I Am the Best–that grounded me and made me feel anchored to Incheon for a year.

#reverb12 – December 1

Well I’m five days late getting to the party but I’m going to try to bang out a couple of these daily until I catch up.  A couple years ago I joined in on the #reverb10 blog project.  Like all the other participating bloggers out there, I wrote in response to daily prompts for the month of December in preparation for the coming year.  I doubt very highly that my past year in Korea would have happened without #reverb10, it was that life changing for me.  Right now I’m in a period of quite intense transition whether I like it or not (let’s be real here, I’m not particularly enjoying it) but I could definitely use a bit more focus in all of it.  A friend of mine wondered about doing reverb again and a quick Google search brought me to a blogger posting prompts for #reverb12.  I’m so grateful it’s out there again.  So I’ll be doing this for the next month because I’m really going to need to hit the ground running in January 2013 and this is a great way to get out of the starting blocks.

Now that you know what you’ll be reading, on to today’s (December 1st) prompt.

Where it began: Review and reflect – how did 2012 begin for you? Tell us how the year kicked off; start your renewal by beginning again.

2012 began quietly for me.  My friend Tracy and I were both kinda broke and tired so we didn’t want to travel to Seoul from our home in Incheon for a cold and crowded night out.  Getting home would have been a $50 cab ride that we didn’t want to spend on either.  In hindsight, I think we should have just spent the $25 each because Seoul could not have been worse than Incheon turned out to be.  Tracking down a NYE party at all in Incheon was a difficulty.  We tried and failed to find a foreigner hang out in Bupyeong.  So we tried to go to Pizza Hut, the only decent pizza chain in Korea in my opinion, and found their dining room was closed when we arrived.  Same thing at the Outback Steakhouse.  We thought about going to a movie but none of the movies started early enough.  We hadn’t thought to check the listings online before going out which was dumb because there wasn’t always a huge variety of English language films to be had.  As it turned out most of the movies we could watch would run right past midnight so we’d end up spending the moment of New Year’s in a darkened theatre with a bunch of strangers.  Eventually we made it to a bar where there were a few people out.  We counted down the last moments of 2011, yelled out Happy New Year and then went back to drinking and eating pretzels.

Overall it was really lame.

It’s a good thing that New Year’s eve plans don’t tend to have any real correlation to how the year goes overall.  I’ve had some really great NYE’s that kicked off horrific years.  My lame evening was the beginning of a great start to the year.

At the beginning of 2012 I was probably feeling the most empowered I ever have.  I was starting my sixth month of living in Korea and I was hitting my stride.  I was starting to really get that Korea wasn’t going to be like home and actually enjoying the difference rather than being mad about it.  I was more physically active than I’d been since high school and feeling healthier than I had in ages.  I was in a good groove.  But the thing about a groove is that it doesn’t happen all at once.  By definition a natural groove is created over time and it took time to create the one I was in at the beginning of the year.

This New Year’s Eve I will probably have just moved for the second time in six months to another place that will be a generously cheap roof over my head, but not my own home.  I will be in the second month of a new job.  I am newly single.  Any one of those changes is stressful on its own.  All three at once is kind of a hellish trinity of change.  It sort of makes my life “groove-proof” at the moment.  And sometimes you just have to accept that your life is groove-proof for a while.  That it’s out of sync.  And that that’s okay.

That’s what I’m doing my best to accept right now; that my life out of sync and I need to be kind to myself while it’s in that space.  I’m reminded of my recent post about not doing all the things and this just reiterates for me why I need to stop beating myself up for not achieving now, all that I was managing to achieve last year this time.  I was nestled in the soft curve of a groove this time last year.  Right now I’m riding the rapids that is being out of sync and it’s all I can do to stay afloat.

The irony is that every New Year’s people go to all this trouble to entirely upend their lives in hopes of making changes when, in my experience, making one or two small changes from a place of stability is so much more effective in the long term.  Maybe the key to seeing change in your life is to do so from the soft curve of a nice comfortable groove.  Not a rut–I’m not espousing living in a rut, but a groove never hurt anyone.

Wishing you all the grooviness in the world!

**If you’re interested in writing to these prompts, whether publicly or privately, here’s the blog where you can see them daily. http://dailyangst.com/reverb11-welcome-to-the-journey/reverb-12-the-prompts/

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Torn

Lately, by the end of every work week, all I can think about is packing up and leaving this country behind.  Then I spend a night in Seoul partying, exiting a club into weak, early morning sunlight and I think, “moar!”  And it has been thus for the past month.  I have been torn absolutely in two about whether or not to stay another year or to come home for good.  This week, I want to stay.  Here’s why.

1.  24-Hour Party People!

The people I’ve met in Seoul know how to party and I like tagging along.  One of my new found friends once confided in me that he didn’t party as hard as he does now, back in university.  I have a feeling it’s that way for a lot of foreigners.  As I’ve said in a past blog post, I have the impression that when people party away from home, it’s a lot more intense than when they party in their native land.  Coupled with the fact that the subway stops running in Seoul at midnight, you end up with a city full of party-goers practically “stranded” at the club if the cab fare makes it prohibitive to go home.  And frankly, who wants to go home anyway?  Not me.

For my part, I was busy about inviting people to church and trying not to think about the existence of sex throughout university.  I did not experience frosh week and I never once got drunk in my three initial undergrad years.  I didn’t make out with strange boys (or girls) and I didn’t have what would likely have been a short-lived, but wonderfully intense romance  with that music major who wrote a song for me.  No, instead I worked for Jesus.  Unfortunately Jesus doesn’t generally pay well–neither monetarily nor in life enjoyment–so I spent the latter part of my 20s and my early 30s making up for that in a lot of areas.  But I never got around to clubbing.  And so right now partying like it’s 1999 feels like a rite of passage that just has to happen.

On a more serious level, I’ve spent a lot of time trying my best not to get bitter about all the things I missed out on during my fundamentalist years, and it’s still a battle to focus on the here and now and the future, rather than the past.  Having this much fun now is almost like a way of cauterizing that wound–hopefully once and for all.  Bet you never thought you’d hear a therapeutic reason for getting shitfaced and dancing all night every weekend.  Having only figured out how fun Seoul could be in the last month and change, I’d like to get good and tired of the scene before I come home and settle down like an adult.  So for that reason, another year here would be a good thing.

2.  Go West…or East

Before I came to Korea I wasn’t particularly interested in traveling for the sake of traveling.  I’ve always been the kind of person who traveled to see people, rather than places, or to sleep on sunny beaches.  But now, as my contract comes to a close, I lament the fact that I didn’t work harder to do more traveling this past year.  Also, given how little vacation time I get on this job, it’s almost impossible to do a big trip, so it’s not likely I’ll be able to cram much into the next three and a half months.  All I’ve got planned at the moment is a brief vacation in the Philippines, but there’s still Japan and China and Vietnam and a number of other places nearby that are worth seeing.  And of course, ideally I’d visit them when I’m already based on this side of the world and the airfare isn’t eating up most of my budget.  Another year would make that all a lot more feasible.

3.  What Next?

At present I still do not have a solid game plan for what I would do with my life if I did return to Canada now.  The only vague thought I’ve had is that maybe I’d want to go back to school for journalism, but that’s it.  It would probably be a good idea to have a clearer picture of the future before I start taking stuff out of storage, and another year here would afford me an enjoyable pace at which to dream that up.

4.  The Money Honey

I have not succeeded in paying off much debt so far at all.  At first I was going gangbusters and then one day I wasn’t.  So it’s been minimum payments on the credit card for the most part and nothing more (though I have continued contributing to my RRSP).  I did spend a bit of money getting myself set up here but for a while I was definitely spending too much on groceries, cabs and who knows what else.  It would be nice to have another far less emotionally fraught year to get on top of this debt thing.

5.  Let’s Stay Physical

Without question it is easier for me to stay on top of my fitness here in Korea.  I have less access to foods that send me into a binge death spiral and thus far my schedule (2-10pm) has made it easy to incorporate exercise into my life.  Another year away from the familiar would help tremendously towards making these habits second nature rather than a continuing fight.

6.  Say “Cheese!”

This isn’t a big thing, but since I’ve been here I’ve been a lot more interested in taking great pictures and I think I’m getting better at it.  I’d like to do more of that.  Also Korea provides a lot of fantastic photo opps and I’d like to take advantage of those.

7.  A Story for the Ages

Now that I’m over all the shocks to the system of living in Korea, I feel like I’m ready to start writing something besides this blog.  A friend suggested joining a writing workshop here that I’ve attended a couple times and I’ve finally submitted a piece for critique.  It would be wonderful to stay here for another year and just soak up the stories of this place in a way that I haven’t felt able to thus far.  I’d hate to come home with so few penned stories of my time here.

8.  It’s Raining Men!

The cool thing about a relatively big expat community is that there is a huge variety of people.  In general, my experiences with dating in Toronto have been pretty piss poor.   My impression is that born and bred Canadian guys are deeply afraid of women or something.  In Seoul, that’s less of an issue because there’s such a variety of guys to deal with.  The Americans and Europeans seem much more willing to lay their cards on the table and seem to have a broader idea of what is beautiful as well.  I have never in my life been told so often by so many men that I’m beautiful.  It’s a refreshing change for me.  Granted I didn’t party in Toronto like I do here, and maybe all the forward guys are just waiting for me in the clubs and bars of Hog Town, but so far, in this department, Seoul is rocking me like a hurricane.

9.  Speak Me Some Korean

I have done a dismal job of learning Korean this year.  I can still only say a few things and I feel like a bit of a dweeb.  If I did stay a second year, I’d be really committed to learning the language this time.

Of course, there are downsides to staying too.  In short, they are:

-I could end up in a shitty job again

-I feel really far away from my friends

-the pollution here is awful

-health issues are a pain in the ass here and I’ve had plenty of them

To add to this, there are also good reasons to come home.  In short, they are:

-I can start getting on with the next stage of my life

-I have a guaranteed soft landing with friends and family in Toronto at the moment that might not be available in another year

-being back with friends and family, period

-it would be easy to pick back up with my beloved writing group and choir after just a year away

-it will probably be easier to meet someone looking for a long term relationship and it’ll be less complicated to get involved

-I won’t feel left behind by my friends

-everything is just less complicated

And then, of course, the cons of a 2012 homecoming:

-the potential for long term unemployment with no real idea of what I want to do and no real savings

-I might immediately fall off the fitness wagon

-I might get very depressed if things don’t take off right away

-the intense instability of moving yet again

Update:  I started writing this post a couple weeks ago.  As of now, my decision is to try to find a good job in Seoul and to stay for another year.  If I can’t find a job in Seoul at a good school with a good reputation, however, I will come home.  And to that end I do have to start thinking in terms of Plan B–what to do next if I do come home for good.  This decision makes the title of this post entirely wrong now, but I can assure, for a solid month or so, I was absolutely torn.

What I Like About You

While there are frustrating days when I loathe the very soil of this country, there are days when I marvel at the things that make it super awesome amazing.  Korea, here’s what I like about you.

1.  Seoul Metropolitan Subway System  I come from Toronto where we have the strangely small subway system, the TTC.

The not very complex TTC

Coming from years of using the TTC, I was initially overwhelmed by the 328-stop, 16-line Leviathan that is the Seoul subway system (click to see larger image).

Honest, it's not as frightening as it looks

Once I got over being afraid of it and constantly ending up lost though, I fell in love.  Unlike the TTC  it’s incredibly affordable.  I don’t take transit daily, but a trip is usually no more than about 1000 won or under a $1.00, unlike the $3.00+ it was in Toronto when I left.  Also unlike the TTC, which is constantly running out of Metro Passes at high traffic locations, a T-Money card, the currency of the Seoul transit system, can be purchased at any 7/11 and can be reloaded there or at kiosks in any station.  Apart from your initial purchase of a T-Money card you will probably never have to deal with a human regarding fares again.  The same card takes me onto buses as well and I can use this card on transit in Seoul and in Incheon where I live.  Some cabs will even take a T-Money card.

The most convenient way to travel

When you’re riding the train, the stops are announced in Korean and English for the most part and often it’s displayed on a monitor in Korean, Chinese and English as well.  Apart from really old stations, all the signage is in all three languages.  For a country with only one official language the subway system is incredibly accommodating.

My favourite thing about the subway system however, is the quickest transfer points maps.

I like that the reason for the map is made clear

Traveling on line 6?

Want to transfer to line 1 at Seokgye station? Find 5-2 on the floor

Now you're standing at the best spot to make your transfer when you get there

These maps allow you to find the easiest spot for transferring to other lines.  While I had this down to a science in Toronto without any real indicators, that was entirely out of laziness since there are only four transfer points on the entire TTC.  Here it’s about ensuring that I don’t get lost when I’m unfamiliar with a station.  Most of the stations are relatively large so you can easily get turned around if you’re not paying attention.

Another thing I love about the subway here is that it’s almost always spotlessly clean.

Lastly, the subway app (that also applies to subway systems in other parts of Korea) is fantastic.  Jihachul (“subway” in Korean), is an excellent app that will show you how to get from A to B and how long it will take.  While it can be glitchy with giving you the best/fastest route sometimes, if you have no clue about how to get somewhere, it will get you there.

2.  Impeccably Dressed Young Korean Men  I won’t pretend that every man in Korea is well dressed because that’s just not the case.  However, when you go out on a Saturday night in Seoul or even in Incheon, most men under 35 are put together pretty damn well.  Men here wear suits like they came out of the womb in them.   You’ll never see a b-boy here with the crotch of his pants hanging between his knees.  Even when guys are wearing sweatpants and t-shirts, the clothes appear to have been tailored for them specifically.  I just love men’s fashion in Korea.

The beloved suit

The skinny jean wearer

The skinny jean, ironically terrible sweater and jacket combo

A well-played jeans, sneakers, cardi and jacket combo

I was really digging this guy's matching shoe and jacket situation

3.  Seoul/Itaewon  In general I love going to Seoul.  There are always a million things to do, people to meet and places to go.  I feel like it’s one long spectacle visiting different neighbourhoods in Seoul.  Yesterday I ventured into Myeong-dong for the first time and experienced the crush of shoppers taking advantage of every great store Korea has to offer all on one street.  It’s like being in a mall but outside.  A few weeks ago I checked out tony Gangnam for the first time.  Seoul is like a gift that keeps on giving.

And then, in Seoul, there is Itaewon.  I have to say one of my pet peeves is the attitude of foreigners who think they are “beyond” Itaewon.  They have somehow forgotten the days when they lived and died by Itaewon and the ability to go there and get a Subway sub or licorice at the Foreign Food Mart or authentic Greek or Indian food or a conversation in English and reasonably priced imported beer.  I applaud them for feeling settled enough in Korea to not feel dependent on Itaewon anymore, but there’s no reason to knock it.  It’s a lifeline for many foreigners years into their stay and an enormously fun place to hang out (I went to five clubs there in one night and all of them were more fun than any place I’ve gone to in Hongdae, the ostensible club district).  There is a life and vibrancy about the neighbourhood that I haven’t encountered anywhere else yet, which is probably why I can’t get enough of taking pictures in Itaewon.  Whether I stay here one year or ten, I pledge to never speak ill of Itaewon, sewage smell, Hooker Hill, crazy servicemen, warts and all.

4.  Samgyeopsal  If you live in Toronto you’ve seen Korean BBQ places crop up over the past five years.  I got sick of that stuff within about four meals.  Eventually my sister and I moved on to the big leagues and went to the Korean grocery store at Christie and Bloor and started buying our own marinated meats and grilling them at home.  That stuff was good, but pretty expensive.  Here in Korea I have found heaven in the ubiquitous samgyeopsal restaurants.  You order from a variety of meats and they bring it raw and you cook it yourself.  You get an array of condiments and sides with it.  It’s truly communal food and I’m not even sure you’ll be served if you enter a joint like this alone.  I could eat this stuff every night.  Seriously, every night.  I don’t know if they’re putting cocaine in it but it’s crazy good.  And crazy cheap.  As long as you don’t drink too much soju with it.  When I leave this country I will miss the hell out of authentic samgyeopsal.

Sooooo goooood

5.  Amazing Service  One of my favourite lunch spots is closing up shop today.  There are far too many restaurants near where I work and so places go out of business every month at least.  I will especially miss this spot because of the amazing service I got there.  I spent the last two months going there three times a week and ordering off menu.  The man would figure out a fair price and charge me.  He taught his staff to make those off menu items for me and they would take pains to offer them to me when I came in.  It’s not that every place in Korea has service like this, but when you find Koreans willing to offer good service, it’s out of this world good.

I had to buy new contact lenses recently and the man I dealt with spoke barely any English.  Despite this he laboured through multiple phone calls to me to deal with ordering details and generally made the experience a huge joy.   His product is more expensive than I’d prefer but it was so awesome to deal with him that I’ll just keep going there.

At another restaurant that I don’t even frequent that often, the owner writes down a new Korean word for me every time I come in so I can learn a bit.  She taught me how to hail a waitress or waiter when I’m ready to order.

The seamstress where I took my pants literally did not speak a word of English and my translation app was failing me big time.  She hemmed my pants while I waited in about five minutes to make my life easy rather than trying to work out with me when I should come back.

Those are just a few examples of the lengths to which people here will go to keep you happy as a customer.  It’s pretty damn awesome.

6.  Stationery Stores  I love stationery stores.  In fact I was introduced to a Korean stationery brand, Morning Glory, back in Toronto.  I fell in love right there.  I’ve always had a bit of an obsession with paper and notepads and pens and all things to do with writing, so I could hang out in that store for an hour with no problem.  In Korea I have found the land of stationery stores.  They are literally on every corner.  I have to avoid going into them now or I will spend my entire pay in them.  One of my students actually commented on the number of notebooks that I have because every time I come to class I seem to be carrying a new one.  I can’t get enough of these places.

6.  Same-Same  My absolute favourite hilarious Korean trend is that of couples dressing alike.  The picture below is a mild case.  I’ve seen people doing “same-same” right down to the footwear.  And don’t be fooled into thinking that men are forced into this.  I’m pretty sure that the men and women both enjoy this strange practice.  I am going to try to continue to get more pictures of this phenomenon.

The happy couple

7.  K-Pop  It’s not that I actually listen to a lot of Korean pop music.  It’s that I love how unapologetic it is in being pure, fun, pop music.   The producers of this stuff have never met a synthesizer they didn’t like and the videos are outrageously blingy.  Don’t get me wrong, there are songs that are semi-serious, but mostly it’s just damn fun and hard not to like on some level.  A couple songs that I can’t get enough of at present are Party Rock by Miryo and I Am the Best by 2NE1 (that’s 21).  While I realize that K-Pop is not for everyone, I defy you to get through ten K-Pop songs without tapping your foot.

8.  Homo Hill  Homo Hill is, unsurprisingly, located very close to Hooker Hill in Itaewon.  I still feel funny calling it Homo Hill but it is what it is, it’s what everyone calls it and it’s just plain awesome.  Smart straight men come to clubs on Homo Hill to pick up.  I went to four clubs on Homo Hill last weekend and had the most fun I’ve had in one evening since I got to Korea.  The first, Uniq, is partly owned by one of the best looking men I’ve seen in my life.  Miracle, a lesbian club, was the most low key of the places we visited and it was still packed.  The party at Soho was amazing.  Zion, located at the bottom of the hill, is actually not a gay club, but is great if you’re into reggae.  I hear Queen is a fun place and I intend to check it out.  I’m going to a drag show on the hill this coming weekend.  Need I say more?

9.  Floor Heating  Most homes in Korea are heated by way of water pipes in the floor.  They work beautifully in that when you get out of bed and put your feet on the floor on a cold winter morning, it’s always toasty.  Also it’s efficient in that heat rises and the whole apartment gets really warm and cozy.  Since the pipes are under the floors all over the apartment you never get heat trapped in one corner because of a badly placed radiator.  I didn’t think I’d ever have strong feelings about a form of heating, but I really like it a lot.

10.  Call Buttons  Last in my list (for now), call buttons.  Have you ever sat in a restaurant or bar and tried unsuccessfully for long minutes to get the attention of your waiter or waitress?  I have too and it sucks.  In many establishments here, you never need do that because on your table is a call button.  You press it and your wait staff come a-runnin’.  This means the wait staff don’t have to hover around your table asking you over and over, while your mouth is full, if you want anything else.  And you never have to figure out where in the hell your wait staff are hiding when you do need a glass of water to wash down that fiery meal you just ate.  I’ve been fascinated with call buttons since I got here and I try to take pictures of them wherever I go.  Click here for the growing album.

So that’s my list of what I like here.  Next week, the things that get under my skin.

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