Sunday, July 15, 2001

I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck and lived to tell about it. My migraine was barely there. One Excedrin kept it away. And now I was voraciously hungry. It had been lunch time yesterday since I had really eaten anything substantial.

They had gone out for Korean sushi the night before and brought back leftovers. What's better for breakfast than that? And, his wife made us chimpas (I probably spelled it wrong). They are like dumplings but of a different consistency with red bean paste inside and are really delicious.

And that began my final day of food orgy.

From there, we went to a Korean Chinese restaurant. [It confused me, too.] I had the ja-chung-myun, based on our friend's recommendation. It was absolutely scrumptious. For those of you who don't speak Korean, it's noodles with a black bean sauce but much better than it sounds. Everyone stared at us at this restaurant. We were the only round-eyes there. At one point, the whole table across form us turned and looked at us. I was trying to give the benefit of the doubt and asked Galahad if there was a beautiful painting just above my head. But, no, it was an air conditioning vent. Oh well, I get curious, too.

We came back to his house, where his wife made us some fried dumplings and bulgogi. And then, it was off to the airport. Somehow, I still had room for the snackie goldfish on the plane.

It felt so good to be back in our own bed at midnight. I swore I would never leave again --- until my next trip.