Monday night I must have slept funny, because my back has hurt since then. Last night I did 2,000 turns of the rope again (in 20 mins with a single 1-2 min rest to stretch), which didn’t exactly help my back.
Today there are elections, so Good Man and I had the day off. I asked him to find a love motel with whirlpool baths, because I figured the heat and movement would be good for me.
I can not remember the last time I took a bath since (private) baths are not common in Korea and the last house I lived at in the States only had showers. Such a dream. Just one more reason to love love motels.
After love moteling, we headed Jamsil station to have some dinner and study Korean. I spotted this man and had to take a photo as I’ve never seen anyone so creative with their shoes here. I mean, I’ve seen really ugly shoes on women here, but never this. Reminded me of what we did with our socks in fifth grade.
I read it with Good Man. I read the first half out loud and translated, then he read the second half out loud while I translated. I mentioned that I remembered that in the English edition, the tree is female. Good Man wondered if this was normal (like cars and boats usually being female). I said no, and he couldn’t figure out why the tree had to have a gender in English. Using pronouns, especially gender pronouns, is so rare in Korean.
I like this story for some reason, but it’s so depressing! Give, give, give and be happy! Take, take, take and never say thank you! I read it like the tree is the boy’s mother, which makes it no less depressing.
Nothing too special, but a nice, relaxing day.