80 Squats for a cookie!!

Our wedding is just over 8 months away!! It’s not quite the final countdown, but I do have lots to get accomplished before I zip up my dress, and hopefully a dress that is smaller than I would need right now.  Recently, I was involved in a 21 Day Challenge group on Facebook.  We focused on water intake, watching calories and getting 30 minutes of exercise a day.  Do you know how hard it is to drink half your body weight of water in ounces is?! Pretty freakin’ hard!!! I was going to bathroom every 30 minutes, I swear to God.  The challenge ending just before Thanksgiving, and I lost 2lbs! Mainly because I didn’t get off my ass.  Channeling Michelle Pfeiffer in Dangerous Minds for my day job is tough work and I was tired when I got home. Yeah! That’s my story.

So I didn’t work out at all in November, I quit the 30 day squat challenge on day 7 cause, damn! 80 squats hurt. For December I am taking Latin Dancing classes. I’ve paid for them, and I’m poor so I have to go now. Wasting money is not an option anymore. I’m about to be a wife, I must  learn to budget!!    I have now told the world I am taking dance classes. The world must now hold me accountable.

In 8 months I am going to look slim and glistening in my wedding dress. Slim, because I’m going to do this. Glistening, because our wedding is in August, in Oklahoma and I’ll be sweating like a whore on Sunday.

From the gym,

With love!

Sunday Mass

As a first timer to Paris, I did the usual things. Eiffel Tower, Versailles, Escargot.  But what I didn’t bank on was attending Sunday Mass in Notre Dame Cathedral.   After 3 days of clouds, cold and rain, we finally had a beautiful day.  Full of sun and a little wind.  I actually took my coat off. But never my scarf. I think scarves are mandatory in Paris.

Notre Dame Cathedral

 

On first glance of the cathedral, I was let down.  It is the 850 year anniversary and in front there is a huge, ugly building blocking any decent front view, housing a makeshift museum of Notre Dame and it’s past.  The line was long and we only had so many hours left in the day to see everything, so the plan wasn’t to go in.  Also, it reminded me of Westminster Abbey, and I’m not too impressed with the Abbey. Sorry. So going into another church wasn’t on my list.  Was I ever wrong.

Upon entering you are greeted with huge wooden doors, and that brown darkness that comes with any old church. It’s not black, but brown. Maybe because of the candles, or the stained glass windows. Or because black is too “dark” for a church.  I always look up first. The eye to drawn upwards with all the elaborate arches and light filtering in from blue and purple windows.  Then I heard the singing, more like chanting. It was in Latin. It was Sunday, after all. I had seen the “Silence” signs, but figured that was a general. Respect the church and be quiet type sign.  Nope, they were having Mass.  Awe and excitement.  To have stumbled upon such a unique experience, in such an iconic place.  Having never attended a Catholic Mass, I was intrigued.

 

 

 

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 Regardless, of what you believe I felt a supreme presence in that place.  You know, when the hair on the back of your neck stands up and you get goose bumps down your arm.  Being in such a beautiful place, witnessing a thousand-year old tradition it’s hard to not feel something in your soul.

 

 

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View from the back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I felt very irreverent being there as a tourist who just stumbled upon a church service.  I took pictures anyway.  I lit a candle, God forgives me.

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From Paris, with love.

Comfort Kimchi and Cheese

After a week of my mom being here, seeing her leave was no fun. B being the sweet boyfriend he is, insisted on going to the airport with us. Helping mom with her bags and being there for me after we couldn’t see her anymore.  Instead of taking the bus home, which is nothing a moving, vomit-inducing wagon, we opted for the tube. Leading us to New Malden. The Korea-Town of London. We have a favorite place, Yami. Sitting in there makes us feel like we are back in Seoul. The tables are the same, the food is the same. Same multiple side dishes. Most of the time we are the only Westerners in the entire place. I love it, and seeing mom go back home I was in the mood for some comfort food. Kimchi Jjigae, a spicy, thick soup full of tofu, pork and lots of kimchi.

After every trip to New Malden, I then have to visit the local Korea Foods shop and stock up.  The last few times I’ve been by, they didn’t have the cheese ramen I pretty much lived on last year. Cheesy Goodness

It’s the simple pleasures that comfort us. Like knowing that I can pick up new favorite foods, or that I’ll be seeing my mom again in just a few months.

From Korea Town, with love. ^^

Red Velvet to the Rescue!

I have been feeling quite homesick this past week. With Easter coming up, being my all time favorite holiday.  It really is the best. The food. The colors. The pretty, new dresses and hats, and Easter egg hunts. I remember waking up on Easter Sunday, and finding my Easter basket, full with chocolate bunnies and yellow peeps.  Oh, man peeps. Pop a whole one in your mouth and feel the sugar melt and the marshmallow go all gooey. Yeah, I miss peeps. The UK doesn’t have peeps, or bags and bags of jelly beans and you don’t find aisles of pretty green and pink Easter grass for the baskets. There is also an absence of the thin boxes of egg dye kits and no “He is Risen” signs.

With all this homesickness blues, I decided to make some “feel good” food. Some southern comfort to help get me through, if you will.  A yummy, from a box, red velvet cake, complete with cream cheese icing. I’m not as good as decorating cakes as my mama, but I try. 

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MMMMM

I hope you all have a great Easter holiday, and that you eat lots of yummy food and visit with your family.

From Britain, with love.

 

Blarney is more than just a stone.

A few weeks ago, B and I went to Ireland. Ireland. The land of my ancestors.  I wasn’t even that scared on the plane, I was so excited.

I have wanted to go to Ireland for as long as I can remember. I was expecting green fields and smiley people and old men walking with canes, coming out of pubs.

I got all of that and more!

Blarney Castle

We were met at the airport by our friends Shane and Morgan. Shane is Irish, Morgan is Texan. Two of the  quirkiest people I know, and I love them for it.   As we were walking through security, Bill mentioned that if we weren’t greeted with a sign, he’d be disappointed.  So as we turned the corner, we see Shane holding up this thin strip of paper, with our names on it.  A sign made from an old receipt.

We dropped our bags off at their house, and Shane’s roommate (mom) took us into Cork City.  As we walked around, all I could think was “I’m in Ireland. I’m drinking a pint, in an Irish pub. Is that guy getting arrested?” I had been in Ireland for less than 2 hours and already saw a guy getting a talking to by the Garda (Police, in Irish).  I was in heaven.

The highlight of the trip for me was going to Blarney Castle. The famous castle, where you lay on your back and bend backwards to kiss the Blarney Stone. Thus gaining the gift of gab. Of course I did this.

Kissing the Blarney Stone

What I wasn’t expecting from Blarney, was how beautiful the grounds would be.

There is this “secret” garden, behind a high rock wall.  You walk through a low beam tunnel and discover on the other side this wonderland. Waterfalls and a witch’s kitchen, and trees with red fall leaves.

It also had these strange plants, that looked like they should have been in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.  Huge green leaves and tall branches.

Fairy Plants

It was a total fairy land.  As you follow the path, you discover more waterfalls, and old druid sites.  Ireland is so old. No, not old. Ancient.  Ireland is ancient.   People know about the Potato Famine, and that the Republic of Ireland was once part of the Commonwealth. Or that Guinness is brewed in Dublin.  But they forget, or just do not know, that Ireland was invaded by Vikings. Which means that there were people on this green island, long before the Vikings.

Druids and faeries and witches and Blarney stones.

My dream to visit Ireland is now complete and I can not wait to visit again!!

From Ireland, with love.

Brooke Teacha…Where you been???

I haven’t written a post in near a year.  I kept meaning to, but then didn’t.  I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

I am no longer Brooke Teacher, and while I wouldn’t trade my days as a teacher to some of the sweetest, cutest, smartest kids in the Eastern Hemisphere. I am glad that chapter of my life is closed.  My time in Korea taught me things I never knew I needed being taught.

That you can work a full week while having a 101 temp and border line walking pneumonia and manage to get things done.  Apply and get accepted into grad school within 10 days. Start to finish.  Have your intelligence and patience tested daily for weeks on end by your superior, yet remain polite and courteous…..Melt downs in the stairwells doesn’t count.  Have your life turned upside down and plans changed because oceans aren’t going to keep you apart.

This new chapter of my life involves a new country, a new school, and more adjusting.

I’ve moved to London, y’all.

Started graduate school (yeah, I know) and getting used to misty rain and lots o’ tea. I’m liking it here. I think. The British. I’m quite fond of one said Briton.  The rest? Only time will tell.  Between young mothers pushing their strollers (prams) everywhere. I think they are the ajumma of the English. (Ajumma: Old Korean woman that will mow you over.), and everyone else walking around with an angry look on their face. I smile at them, they look at me funny, and then smile back.

At one point, I heard some people talking and thought ” wow, you sound pretentious” and then remembered where I was.  The first week I was here I thought My Briton was going to kill me if I said ” You sound like you’re from London” one more time.  But that was nothing compared to the fiasco that occurred when we visited Parliament, and I had forgot that my innocent pocket knife was still in my backpack……Yeah, there’s no telling what kinds of “lists” I’m on now.

I am loving my experiences thus far.  I don’t think I’d ever fit in anywhere where there’s not cattle grazing within a 10 mile radius, with proper cowboys tending them. But I do know that if I don’t continue to chase whatever it is in me that won’t let me stay home I’ll never be happy.

Stay tuned……My Briton and I are going to Ireland this weekend, let’s see if I get something else confiscated.

From London, With love! XX

Football here, Football there, Football everywhere…

Since being in Korea I’ve gone to a total of  5 football games.  If you’re American and reading this you might be a little confused.  The rest of the world calls this game football, and sometimes “the football”, while we have called it soccer, for some odd reason.  We’re the only ones who do so.  We’re also the only country, besides maybe Canada that isn’t obsessed with it.  We all know what Canada is obsessed about….

The fans they give you....I lurve them.

I’d never been a fan of football, American Football, oh hell yes….But I just didn’t care about soccer….I didn’t even realize the US had a Major League Soccer until I moved to Korea.  As I’ve said in GOOOOAAAALLLL it only took a couple minutes for me to jump on the football wagon.

Well, and if truth be told, another reason I started “liking” football was to get “someone” to talk to me…..Hey! It worked.  Silly Englishmen.

A giant chicken!!

But enough of that…..On with the football.     My favorite game so far was the international game between Korea and Poland.  There was a lot more people in the stadium, and Polish flags were flying.  I was stunned to see so many Polish supporters in Korea.  Where did they come from? Do they live here? Craziness.  Of course Korea won, and even though it was just a “friendly” it was still exciting.  And no, I’m still not 100% sure what a “friendly” game means.  I think it’s like a non-conference game.  IDK, I like to learn, but I also just like going and cheering and having fun.

I’m trying to learn, I think it may take awhile.  But I do know what a “hat trick” is and I know that the field is called the pitch.  I’d say that’s pretty good for an American.

The mega fans.

 

And if a sport can get me, of all people to wear red on a game day, it’s managed quite the feat.   I’ve even picked a team in the Premier League….Their colors are blue and white, and their seal has spurs on it……..Of course I picked that team…….More like had to pick them….More on that later……

 

From Korea, with love.

 

 

 

 

There’s a sniper where?!?!?!

I haven’t posted in quite awhile.   I’ve been a busy girl……

In the last 6 weeks I’ve been 400 meters underground…..seen North Korea up close and personal…..Watched a real international football(soccer) game…..Had beers…make that several beers with a couple of Irish guys, 1 full, 1 just half…saw the Sea of Japan from 22 floors up….and hang out with zombies.

I think that qualifies as busy.  To be honest, I’m not sure where to start.

Perhaps I should start out by saying that if you come to Korea and don’t take the USO tour of the DMZ you have just done yourself a disservice.  As it is the most amazing thing I have ever done!  Yes, I was nervous about having rifles pointed at me by North Koreans, but when you get back on the bus, sit down and realize what you just saw…..I still get chills.

We went down into the 3rd tunnel…saw the black powder paint the North Koreans used to mark their way through.  That was cool and all, but it was nothing compared to when we pulled up to Camp Bonifas and an American MP stepped on our bus to escort us into the most heavily guarded area on Earth.  Maybe I’m just biased, but I love our guys in uniform….Just throwing that out there……

Before we could go into the JSA (Joint Security Area), where North and South Korea can meet peacefully, we pretty much had a debriefing.  It was candid and everything you would hope it would  be.  Then it was time to get back into our single file lines and walk into the little blue room.  The ROK (Republic of Korea) soldiers are truly badasses!!  They are constantly in a stance for attack.

Look at that guy!

That folks is The JSA

A group of Okies...

Looking into North Korea, you realize how small this world is.  That certain things just don’t matter.  I can not wait to go back to the DMZ.   I hope more people would go.  You are perfectly safe.  My cell phone worked the entire time…

In the next few days I’ll update on more of what I wrote at the beginning….As I have much to talk about!!!  But as always….

From Korea, with love!

Jimjilbanging

Boryeong, South Korea is famous for its mud, and its mud festival, which is held every July.  I wish I had taken the advice of a fellow traveler and gone this year, alas I’ll have to extend my contract through July next year. That why I’ll be able to tell you what’s it’s like to get painted in mud and walk around the beach with a couple thousand other foreigners.

But I can tell you all about how I got naked and bathed in mud…in a spa! (gutter minds)

The story goes down as follows…

We had just arrived at Dacheon beach when it began to rain.  After finding a place to stay for the night, we walked to the beach and got our feet wet, followed by a dash to shelter as the sprinkles turned into full-blown rain drops.  DANGIT!! I wanted to lay out and soak up all the sun I could!  Then Tina mentioned the Mud Spa just up the beach.  By all means lets check that out and get out of this rain.

Down the beach we walked to this modern building, covered in little white people in black face…uh I mean covered in mud. Oh Korea….We walked in and looked at the prices….Whoa a full massage is how much?  $30?? oh hell yes!  We paid the man and were pointed upstairs.  And that’s were it got weird.

At the top of the stairs we were instructed to remove our shoes and place them in little wooden lockers, and then enter the next room.  Once inside we are then instructed to remove our clothing, fold them and place them in slightly larger wooden lockers, put the key ring on our wrist and enter the bathing room.  I look at Tina, she looks at me…What do you mean take off all our clothing?? Whoa lady, look I don’t take off nothing on a first date, I sure as hell ain’t getting naked with a bunch of ajumma’s just waiting to point at a couple of waygookins.

But we had already paid…So off went the clothes, on went towels we swiped! 

We then proceed into the bathing area, are told to wash “really” good and then we are to get into a series of baths.  My eyes remain on the ceiling, like it’s the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen, and we step into the “Hot Mineral” bath.  Since no one else is in that one…After playing musical baths for about 45 minutes, we are summoned into the massage area.

And then it gets weirder…

We are told, by comical gesturing, to lay down in these little pod like things.  They look like strange little tanning beds, and I’m an old pro at tanning beds.  Never met one I didn’t like…Well unless it was made prior to 2003, goes longer than 15 minutes and doesn’t have high pressure bulbs. Then I don’t like it.  But these things looked like something a small space man would fly in.  I eye it, and the spa attendant laughs at me. Not cool!  I lay down and she mashes a couple of buttons and closes me inside, just my face is sticking out.  Then she puts a face mask on me, hits another button and walks away.  I feel warmth inside the pod…Oh shit what is this!  My skin starts to sting. Not cool at all.  I spend the next 15 minutes holding the pod door up because they are trying to cook me.  I still don’t know what that thing was for!

After 15 minutes we are led to tables and told to lay down on our backs, and were given little privacy towels.  How cute, nope they didn’t do their job with me.  Next, we were given make shift hand and feet massages and then told to roll over.  Now comes the mud part…

A lady begins to smear mud all over my backside. It drys, and then she proceeds to do the same on the other side.  Let’s just say she got to second base.  After I’m completely covered in mud I have to go lay in this sauna thing with a warm brick under my head.  I didn’t like it. Sauna’s aren’t my favorite thing in the world.  Next came a shower! And then the best part of this whole experience!! The milky flower bath!!

Oh my, it was heaven!  They mix this warm bubbly bath for you, and it smells wonderful.  Like flowers and sugar.  Total luxury.  It was what I figure the baths were like in Egypt for Cleopatra. For serious.  I wish I could have just had that for the 4 hours I was there.

Then we could put our clothes back on.  For what would have close hundreds back home, we were treated to Korean luxury fr only $30 and had one crazy, naked experience.  If you’re ever in Boryeong, or Korea for that matter, I highly recommend the Mud Spa.  Just be prepared to get naked…

From Korea, with love!

Weekend of Firsts

It’s Chuseok weekend.  Korea’s version of the American Thanksgiving.  Where they gather with their families and pay respects to their ancestors…To foreigners this means a few days off work!!  This is my Chuseok Story.

I wake up at 7:30am Saturday morning, having gone to bed just 5 hours prior.  “What am I doing?” I ask myself…Going off on a weekend trip with 2 people I barely know.  It reminds me of a spring break long ago, where memories still warm my heart, so I shower, put on my backpack and head towards to the subway……An adventure is waiting…….

A few transfers later I am in the train station, searching for my new friends. They are waiting in a jewish sandwich shop, that serves bacon…Have I mentioned I love Korea….

Anyway, after a quick breakfast, Jordan(AKA Mr. Rogers or Mobs. I like to nickname people) distributes the $9 standing-room-only tickets.  I then learn that for about 50 cents more we could have had seats.  I’m sure I give him my best “WTF Brooke face”.  He assures me that there is a dining car and we’ll sit there.  Tina, who made up this threesome just looks on with a toothy grin…

We  proceed to get in line, the only waygookins in sight.  I am approached by a non-Korean couple, they ask if we are going to the DMZ.  They are from SE Asia somewhere and speak impeccable English.  No matter where I am people to walk up and chat…Must be the okie smile.  Jordan sees that the line is moving and we are hustled outside to the terminal.  I am about to board my first real train.

With a swoosh of air, the train for Boryeong arrives…WEEE I’m on a train!  We push and shove our way towards the – existent dining car……But find space in the little area where the train cars meet, I assume this is called the joints. So we claim some steps and feel the train begin to move!  I look up at the window and see buildings zooming by in a blurry haze.  After a few minutes the colors of the haze change from a beige-gray to greens and blues.  We have left the city, I am now in the countryside of Korea…

Somewhere between Seoul and Boryeong

 While standing and sometimes sitting in the  un air-conditioned joint area of a train car, where your nose is assaulted with brake dust and ajummas grace you with disapproving stares, it really wasn’t all that bad.  I did witness some hilarious scenery.

Glorious shoes worn by a twentysomething Korean male...

 

Welcome to Sillyewon.....What??

 
 
 
 
First train ride…Success!!
 
First time letting a man decide on what tickets to buy….
 
Stay tuned for Part 2….
accommodations and naked mud spas…