The last several days have been a dead zone. After getting my new phone on Saturday, I went home with grand ambitions to enjoy my long weekend. Instead, I vegetated in bed with a cough and fever, taking medicine and vitamins and feeling useless. I was unable to concentrate on writing or reading or even surfing the web. I guess I made it through a few chapters of Los Dioses de Marte, a Edgar Rice Burroughs novel I'm reading (John Carter: Gods of Mars, translated to Spanish). I monkied around a bit making lists of vocabulary I should be memorizing, from my Korean textbook. But mostly, just pure vegetable state.
I'm finally feeling a bit better today. I made it to the store last night to buy some fresh tomatoes and broccoli, and have been craving some pasta which I'm preparing to go with these.
So, lurking in my apateu, I haven't been much of a cultural explorer, these days. Feel like I'm not exploiting the opportunity, but I remind myself, I'm here for at least a year – I'll get better and have a chance to do plenty of exploring.