Giving it Up To and For Good Man (In Other Words: Fårö)

Honeymoon: Fårö

To the tune of 산토끼 토끼야:

양들아 양들아

양들아 뭐하니?
풀을 풀을 배불리
냠냠 먹구나!

Saturday, our second full day in Gotland, we rented a car and went to Fårö. Johan, the owner of Café Tidsfördriv (Hästgatan 12, 621 56 Visby—highly recommended), told us we should rent a car and drive up to Fårö, an island that makes up the northern part of Gotland.

We had problems finding a rental car, it was rainy and cold and I just wanted to go back to the hotel. But Good Man kept saying, “When a local tells you to go somewhere, you go.”

And we found a car and drove up to Fårö and…It was amazing. I am so glad that Good Man didn’t let up. The details are in the photo album. Well, most of them. The private jokes aren’t.

We got to these chalk rock formations (rauk in Swedish) when a storm was coming up and the photos? If the weather had been any better or any worse, the photos would’ve been flat and boring.

We stumbled upon Ingmar Bergman’s grave by accident. A church was to our left, a sea behind us, sheep to our right, Bergman in front of us. We were the only two in the churchyard.

We found 700+ year old churches.


The whole day taught me that I need to give it up to Good Man more. If I had gotten my way, that would not have been the best day of the trip. And it truly was. It was the day we’ll go back to, over and over. “Do you remember when…?”

Thank you, Good Man.


I need to get back to studying Korean. To that end, I’ve set new goals through December on my Korean language blog.

We’re going to Seoul over winter break and we’re going to be staying with Good Man’s family.

I’ll be with Mother. In her house. For breakfast. And dinner. And possibly lunch.

I need to study.


We called Mother tonight and she asked us to get something at HMart for her.

Why does my Korean mother-in-law need something from a Korean grocery store in America? Because she can’t find it in Korea. “Not even at Costco.”

She wants honey powder. I’ve never even used honey powder and now I’ve been told to get “a lot” of Cactus Honey Powder, which Google tells me is from the agave plant in Mexico.

Now, see, Mother! If your son hadn’t gone off and married a foreigner you’d never know about the glory of honey powder from Mexico procured at a Korean grocery store in America.