TRAVEL CHANNEL
I am leaving tomorrow for South Carolina, after a late-October trip to New York and an early-November trip to Seoul. It’s been a whirlwind of traveling lately, but I lurve adventures in other cities and I’m super-ooper thankful that I’m able to get up and go. A lot. Here are a few photos from my recent excursions.
Colleen and me at the Waldorf-Astoria for a fancy-schmancy U-M Business School event. I love that a.) she’s holding a Zagat’s guide even though she lives in NYC and b.) the flowers look like they’re coming out of our heads.
John, Colleen’s husband, has a leetle something in his teeth.
Stupid taxi shot. Poor driver.
Could I BE any cooler? Clearly not. JT is enthralled.
This photo is a great pre-cursor to my Korea trip. See the chopsticks? See?
Okay, and now on to Seoul. Not such a bad place if you’re a tall white American girl. You stick out, but it’s totally managable. Totally.
This was my first meal in Seoul. How do you eat soup with chopsticks? That was my first thought. Until I saw the spoon.
Dude, Starbucks was like two blocks from my hotel. I knew it from afar, even though I can’t read Korean. See the green calling me home? Ah, how I love you, grande Americano.
This is the main court of one of the many palaces in Korea.
Not one, not two, but two two fried chicken.
A folk dance on the streets in the Insadong neighborhood of Seoul.
Think the DMZ is sad and barren? Not on the South Korean side. There are shops, food, music, even carnival rides.
Wonder Woman! She is strong for her battles from eating kimchee.
Seoul from the height of their equivalent of the Space Needle. The Han river divides Seoul into two sections: North and South.
We were totally hard to spot in Seoul. Where are the foreign tourists? Where, I ask you??
November 16th, 2008 at 8:40 pm
I might live here, but even if we went out to eat every single night of the week, I think it might take six lifetimes before we ate at all of New York’s restaurants. And by then, a bunch of new ones would have opened and we’d have to start over.
I’m glad you liked your Saigon Grill meal more than your icky cocktail, and even more glad that the dorkiest photos on your blog posting is of John and not me.