TEN NEW SHOES: “Settling into a new country is like getting used to a new pair of shoes. At first they pinch a little, but you like the way they look, so you carry on. The longer you have them, the more comfortable they become. Until one day without realizing it you reach a glorious plateau. Wearing those shoes is like wearing no shoes at all. The more scuffed they get, the more you love them and the more you can't imagine life without them.” ― Tahir Shah, In Arabian Nights
Sunday, February 23, 2014
New Yongin!
My Man has been watching the weather forecast like a hawk and the first promising day we all loaded into the car to check out a potential flying spot. It was a ways away, but as we left the city behind, we all took a collective sigh of pleasure. As we drove, Funny Guy happily chirped, "I'm so excited to see our new Yongin!" Really, we were just heading to a little hill on a farm near Fredericksburg, Virginia, but it was beautiful and the day was perfect.
As soon as we parked, the kids launched from the car and scattered to explore. Funny Guy was intent on finding and catching bugs (he'd had to let a spider go the day before because we hadn't been able to find any food to feed it), Darling Daughter and Young Man wanted to explore. My Man went off to talk with the other pilots and check out the launch. I just leaned back and tried to soak up as much sunshine as possible, enjoying every minute of that warm, sunshiny day and delicious fresh air.
We enjoyed a picnic lunch and the boys and I went on a nice hike through the forest and down to a little creek. Young Man dared to cross the creek on a high fallen log, and while he was crossing he found an owl pellet!
He and Funny Guy were so excited. And can I say that I was so proud to have raised a son who would notice and recognize an owl pellet?! :-) Funny Guy wanted to reconstruct the skeleton, but sadly it didn't make it home intact.
Turns out hang gliding and not paragliding is the norm here (My Man was the only paraglider among lots of hang gliders), but since as he was carrying his glider back up the hill after each flight, passing the hang-glider pilots with their massive, awkward wings, he was glad he'd switched to paragliding. He got several flights in before we headed back home.
The traffic on the way home was incredible, reminding us of trips back to Seoul after days at Yongin before we got our 9-passenger van and got to use the bus lane. But it was worth it. And the sunset we got to watch as we crawled along was breath-taking.
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