The Soul of Seoul

Alright, so I might be a little bit biased, but I would be pretty well inclined towards saying that the Soul of Seoul is food. I guess it could also be the subway system though, or even the people... The point is, today my coworker who is in charge of organizing the camp that will be taking place in the United States took me out to lunch. We went to one of the places that is pretty well- known, as evidenced by the fact that the line was out the door even though the small shop was in the middle of some random- seeming alley. We both had soup that had a mixture of regular noodles and a traditional type of noodle- like thing called "sujebi". "Sujebi" is made of the same dough as noodles, but is ripped off in random chunks instead of being made into long strings the way noodles are. The soup was amazing delicious, and I had a great foodbaby afterwards because the bowl was basically the same size as the afro I am rocking today.
On that note, a lot of people have been staring unabashedly at me as I go about my business today. This morning, a taxi almost spun out of control as it went around a corner because the driver had to take a second look at my hair as he was executing the maneuver. I am honestly pretty flattered, since my hair is a majestic entity all its own. However, I have been extremely spoiled by growing up in the USA, where people are taught that it is not really culturally acceptable to stare at other people. I mean, honestly I did not give much thought to other peoples' reactions when I did my hair this morning... I guess that this is a good illustration of one of the major differences between the culture I come from and the one I am currently in, the idea of precedence being placed on the individual as opposed to the communal... Hmmm....
Subway Recap:
So, I never told you guys about the creepy guy on the Subway a couple of weeks ago. He was standing and I was lucky enough to score a seat, and he just kept staring at me. I glanced at him, away, then back again and he was still staring. I tried a new tactic and made eye contact. All he did was smile somewhat creepily at me. I looked away and got on Tumblr in an effort to escape. On the other hand, yesterday there was this guy in a boring navy suit with these amazing royal purple socks. they were obviously dress socks that had been very carefully selected, and they were barely visible when he stood up to get off the train at his station. The point is, hIS SOCKS WERE AMAZING!!! (This way of typing was carefully chosen to convey the idea that I was "suddenly overcome with emotion")
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Elena Giselle