Enough rambling. I need to write about my wonderful day in Gwangju! Today I met Sylvia, my Korean co-teacher from last summer, and we spent the day together. We drank coffee and talked, went to an art supply store, made stickers using photos of ourselves, and then ate delicious food at a restaurant called First Nepal. The food was amazing. All the men in the restaurant kept staring at us. We were the only non-Nepalese people in the whole place. They played traditional music, which was very relaxing. Sylvia and I kept sharing the same sentiment, that we were so glad to be reunited.
Sylvia and I ended our perfect evening by sitting on the rocks at the edge of a pond. Some beautiful paper lanterns were made in honor of Buddha's birthday. I felt so tranquil, until a heavy metal band began playing a song. I couldn't tell if the screaming was in English or Korean. That was also in honor of Buddha's birthday. Just like Rachmaninoff and "All By Myself," I wonder what Buddha would have thought of that song.