After spending two days in Pohang at MyeongHee’s mother’s house I was more than ready to come home. Not because of the food, the soon-to-be in-laws, or the ceremonies. Just to sit in a goddamned chair again. While many Koreans have modern homes with all the accoutrement’s of the western world, her mother isn’t one of them. Her home is a traditional house with not a stick of furniture to sit on. Only short tables to eat from and several armoires to hold the many pads, blankets and pillows used as beds. Although only a small 3-room house, nine people fit well for sleeping since we all slept on the floor. I’m more than ready to relax on my sofa and then sack out on my bed.

Moreover, I’m ready to have some fiber back in my diet. White rice, a staple of Korean meals, isn’t terribly rich in fiber. I eat lots of veggies usually, but for Chuseok/Thanksgiving, there were lots of meats, fish and rice. I feel like I could crap one huge rice turd. Sorry for the plain talk, but it’s whats on my mind.

I’ll have much more to write tomorrow, with some interesting pictures to go along with it. The ceremonies were quite a thing. I just want to relax on some cushions for a few hours. My ass hurts.