AJ and I were, by no means, strangers when we first planned our trip. The beginnings of our relationship, however, never went beyond our Tuesday small group. But desperate for an English companionship in Korea, I jumped on the opportunity to meet him to visit a small, unsuspecting traditional village called Andong (안동 하회마을). The initial awkwardness quickly fizzled out: we connected through raving about the autumn foliage, uncanny similar food preference, acute need for introversion, and Korean ballads–욕심 by MeloMance.
Serenity. The morning exudes it. It’s palpable, served on a silver platter. Unlike in Seoul, where one is absolutely desperate for a sliver of it.
One of my favorite meals (above) was getting 제사밥 (ancestor veneration meal). All the traditional roots, vegetables, dried goodies served course-style. A typical ancestor veneration table (left) is set as a feast for the dead. This one was set by my dad, my step-mom, and me in Montgomery, Alabama of all places–guess the dead don’t mind traveling anywhere for a free meal.