Yesterday, thanks to my friend and language coach, I was able to give a speech in Korean, for which I undeservedly got a ribbon. I also went to a seminar and learned some great tips for my officer position at Toastmasters. I met a photographer from Iran and a teacher from the United States. The photographer said that Persian poetry is the best in the world. That was a cute boast.
My Toastmaster friends went out for meat, twice--for lunch and for dinner. I just decided to be social, and put people first. It was a little sad and creepy to put parts of animal's corpse in my mouth, but at least no one was put out or inconvenienced by me.
Today I went up the coast a ways. There was no wind, so the sea was glassy, placid, and reflective--perhaps unearthly so, if I had stopped my thought train and let it fill my mind. But I didn't.
A group of elderly women asked me to sit with them to chat, but I was too shy and unconfident about my Korean.
I walked out on a long pier designed for tourists. You could look back and see the hills backlit by the setting sun.
I thought about Scipio Africanus praying to Jupiter for hours. I was going to pray to Concordia for an hour. But I didn't do that either.
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