So I type in “balloons Seoul” to search for birthday balloons,
and what’s THE VERY FIRST F*****G HIT I GET?
Do Americans have ANY IDEA just HOW MUCH they are entitled to children from other countries? Do non-adoptees have ANY IDEA just HOW MUCH this shit is in our faces? All the time? Everywhere we turn?
Note to myself: never shop for birthday decorations on-line. Not that I would do this for myself, but it seems I can’t even do it for others!
Had to run to a main branch of Nong Hyup bank today, since CheongPyeong’s won’t handle foreign remittances and my on-line banking requires me to enter my town in the foreign remittance form, but my town won’t show up…
Anyway, it was nice because I got to almost finish Eleana Kim’s book, Adopted Territory and I didn’t even get car-sick on the bus reading it! THAT is amazing…
Turns out the bank was closed. I’m an idiot – I forgot that the reason I have the day off (the day before school begins) is because it’s a national holiday, even though I don’t know what the holiday is.
It’s all right as well – I wanted to check out a restaurant I’d seen in an ex-pat blog. It’s called Peace of Mind Book Cafe. And it was really lovely. It was so lovely, that I splurged and treated myself to a big 1″ thick steak. The rosemary infused reduction it sat in was a little too salty, but the steak was to die for. The first steak I’ve had in probably three years! And a salad and the owner added as service one of their famous hot-from-the-oven breadsticks, which was more like a super skinny rustic baguette. Fantastic. And I’m not a bread person. But it was perfect. And even some olive oil and balsamic vinagrette to dip in. Oh! And I had a glass of wine – I never have wine anymore! Altogether, it set me back about $30, but hey, almost happy birthday to me!
Anyway, the owner lived in New York for three years and speaks really good English. I asked him about advertising, hoping to learn more about direct mail in Korea, but he doesn’t use it because his restaurant does well by word of mouth. And then I told him about me having to get creative since my birth family search didn’t work. So he suggested the local papers before blowing money I don’t have on direct mail services. The owners of the Gangwon papers meet there once a month, so I’m to send him my story and he has offered to present it to them for me. Gangwon, btw, is the province in which the place I was abandoned, Wonju, is located.
So I sat there, listening to Chopin, sipping wine, and finishing Eleana’s book. A very nice day, despite starting out wrong.