An American friend of several years dropped by Seoul after a business trip to Japan, and we spent the afternoon and evening together on Saturday. I wanted more than anything that she feel like the center of attention in her Seoul experience. I spent Sunday afternoon with an old Korean friend and Sunday evening with another old Korean friend. We have a lot of memories together. I love to chat with them about our shared memories.
I want all my friends to feel awash in human warmth and friendliness. It makes me so happy if I sense that I might have succeeded.
Saturday night, after my friend had gone into her hotel, I had the most magical walk downtown, through a forest of brightly-lit tall buildings, elevated outdoor large-screen televisions, and electronic signs. You might stop, look about you in wonder, hold your palms out, as if some of it might float down and land in your hands.
I met a kind taxi driver who had been born in the city of Andong. He complimented my bad Korean.
Today, after work, I listened to frogs by a patch of woods and took photos of the lights reflected in the water at the beach.
Listen to this beautiful song.
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