In Seoraksan, a mountain in the east of South Korea, it’s like a calligraphy painting that came to life. It was a grueling yet doable trek, with me giving high fives and fist bumps to the friendly elderly Korean people who regularly climb these mountains. It seemed as though they do it without breaking a sweat.
(I want to be an ajumma when I grow up. Such respect for these badass people who are so physically fit and look as though they just stepped out of a hiking catalog.)
I bet it will look beautiful in the fall. I bet that’s enough reason for me to go back.
There is nothing like getting physically and mentally pushed to my limits to power me through the second half of this residency. Hwaiting!