Good Man’s Mother decided we needed new coats.
“Mother, thank you, but I don’t need a new coat.” I love my coat.
“I want to buy you a coat.”
I smiled, “OK, but I don’t even want a new coat.”
“I don’t like your coat,” she said, “It looks North Korean.” My coat is a Swedish military coat from WWII. It’s not North Korean. Before I could protest, she said, “It’s a wedding gift.”
I didn’t mention the wonderful rice cooker she bought us as a wedding gift. I tried arguing a big more, but I finally said, “I have no choice?”
She smiled, “Right!” Mother promised she’d buy us coats as a discount. Ahh, one ajumma to another. (Note: apparently since I’m not a mother yet, I’m not technically an ajumma.)
We purchased my coat first. Mother said I could get what I wanted, but when I said I wanted a red coat she flipped out and said it was too bold and she’d get me a red scarf instead. The woman at the department store offered me a pink one, instead. Oh hell no.
We I Mother ended up choosing this coat with a red scarf. It does feel like a nice, grown-up coat, I’ve got to admit.
The women at the department store seemed rather amused that I was speaking solely in Korean with Mother.
Good Man’s coat was up next and I really wanted him in black, though he wanted navy. Luckily, Mother and I won! I love this coat. I think Good Man looks great in it. Against, I think the men at the store were shocked that I was rattling off so much Korean with Mother.
I guess it was a good thing we had no choice in buying the coats; we wore them to the funeral.
Part of the reason we came home from the funeral after two days instead of three is that I already had plans made with friends. Mother (mostly, I think) and Father didn’t want us to miss all of our plans.
Luckily, Diana and Paul were understanding of multiple changing plans and the like. Diana and I originally met because she sent me an email about practicing taekwondo in Korea. We become blog buddies before meeting in person in Seoul. Her family likes where we do in the States, so it feels like we see her quite often. Diana is marrying today, but unfortunately, we came home yesterday.
I don’t know how I started reading Paul’s blog, but I’m glad I found it (or he found me?). He writes well-educated, detailed posts about Korean culture and history. He’s the kind of expat Koreans want. This meeting was our first time meeting in person.
Along for the ride? Diana’s siblings,
fiancé husband, friend, and siblings.
We ended up going to Seoul’s Armpit (Itaewon) in order to find a tongue room for Diana’s Sister (who had swallowed her’s). We didn’t even end up looking for one. But we did get to partake in some Mexican food, served with nothing that looked like kimchi.
Namsan Tower with the 세해복 많이 받으세요 Woori Bank Tiger
Paul and Diana’s Brother
Diana’s Friend, Diana’s Sister, Diana
Street Food in Seoul’s Armpit
Seen at Itaewon Station
Paul and Me