Beach, bop and blondness in Korea

It’s been a good week for us. Finn survived his first week of Korean preschool. Whit went back to work full-time, and I started working from home for BikeToursDirect as the Asia Tour Specialist (check us out here:

In celebration of Finn doing so well at school, we took him to the beach on Saturday. Not just any beach, but the most popular one in Korea, in Busan. Lucky for us, it took just over an hour to get there. And of course, that meant we were riding the TRAIN. Transportation is all the rage these days.

Seeing Korea from the eyes of my blue-eyed, blonde-haired, wheel-loving 2-year-old has changed my own view of the country. It’s a paradise for the senses–from the flashing lights of motorcycles and the belches of buses to the fish tanks leaned up against the outside windows of seafood restaurants down every street. He even mocks the bus drivers when they honk too long (“beeeeeeeeeeep” he repeats, usually while sitting directly behind the short-tempered bus driver.) Finn can’t wait to get outside every day. We think he’s smitten with this birth country of his.

Korea loves him too. We don’t walk 10 steps without someone smiling down at him. “Annyong! Annyong! Ahhh, Epo! Epo! So pretty. Luckily, we live in a diverse area and, while everyone certainly smiles at him, no one points in the distance. They certainly could, the way his bopping little white head sparkles amidst the darker backdrop.

He’s coming out of his shell these days, which is fun to see. We got on the bus the other night after dinner with friends in Daegu, and he unabashedly sang the entire way home to a very quiet bus. “The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round.”

Tonight, we had dinner in a galbi restaurant–one of our new favorites in the neighborhood. Finn has recently learned the joys of meat (Korea can do that to the most wayward of vegetarians). But as the pork was still cooking on our table, sizzling and popping in front of us, he demanded the rice we ordered as a side.

“Rice, Mommy, rice! Rice. Rice. Rice. I want. I want. Rice!” Whit and I were busy in conversation, ignoring his pleas since there was nothing to do but wait on the rice. “Mommy! BOP!” And there it was, the first time he went from English to Korean in a blink of an eye.

What a treat for us. And lucky for him, his bop was delivered soon after (I think he yelled it loud enough for the waitress to hear.)

Waiting for the train to Busan