After my radiation treatment, Andrew, Hollye and I walked over the Jeongbal Hill to the subway entrance. I bid them farewell – they have decided to embark on a 2 or 3 day excursion to the northeast corner of South Korea, where they hope to go hiking in Seoraksan National Park. This is their thing – they are not city people, and for Andrew, especially, I often get the impression that his visiting me here in the suburbs of the world’s fourth-largest metropolitan area is something of a psychological hardship for him. So I hope they have a good time.
I’m a bit jealous, because all I get to do is attend radiation treatments each morning and correct essays all afternoon. I’ve never visited the northeast – not Seoraksan, not Sokcho. I want to.
Walking over the hill, I stopped and photographed some flowers at this one clearing area that I like. Just because.
There’s this weird bench thing made of rough-hewn fallen wood. There was a flower under it.
After dropping them at the subway station and telling them “safe travels,” I walked the rest of the way home. But I stopped at the Ediya Coffee location near my building (Ediya is one of Korea’s many Starbucks knockoff chains), because lately I have become rather addicted to a grapefruit-flavored blended-ice thing that they make, which they call in brilliant pseudo-starbuckian konglishy marketingese a 자몽플랫치노 [jamong “flatccino”]. It’s not likely that healthy, but possibly healthier than ice cream, which is another post-radiation treat I’ve been getting myself on occasion.
