Jay & Sue

Sorry about the lack of blog posts. I've been busy trying to catch up with my other blog. (Why don’t you check it out after you’re done here!) Let me update you on the comings and goings of the past few weeks.

I made my first Korean-born friends in the least of all Koren places imaginable: McDonalds. Three Saturdays ago, I made my way into a McDonalds for some good ol’ fashioned greasy grub. I got myself the classic Big Mac and made my way upstairs.

Three bites into my Big Mac, a Korean man stopped to my left and asked me where I was from in perfect English. I told him I was from Canada and he responded by saying that I didn’t look Canadian (read: white). I laughed at this comment and explained that my family immigrated from Nicaragua when I was 3 years old. His eyes bulged when I told him this, and he explained that his wife was actually studying Spanish, and he wondered if he could introduce me to her. I said of course, and so I grabbed my tray and sat down to eat lunch with my two new friends, Jay and Sue.

They were a lovely couple. I told them all about Canada and Nicaragua, and they told me all about Ulsan. They even offered to take me out sightseeing the following weekend to a lighthouse not too far from us. (More on that in a bit.) I eagerly agreed to join them, and we all ate with smiles on our faces, content with having made a new international friend.

In a bizarre way, I suppose it was sort of fitting that I met these guys at a McDonalds; it reminded me of just how similar we all are. McDonalds is McDonalds is McDonalds, no matter where you are, just as a friend is a friend is a friend, wherever you are.