Snail Town


It is rather telling that our third learned Korean phrase (following “hello” and “thank you”) was “ppalli ppalli” – quick quick.

We have only been here for a week but we can already tell – time passes fast in Korea.

Everything seems to happen fast here.

In 1998 there were 300,000 foreigners living in South Korea.

This week at orientation we’ve befriended EPIK teachers not only from the U.S. but Australia, Canada, Ireland, New Zealand, South Africa and the United Kingdom.

Together we will join the collective 1.4 MILLION non-Koreans who are now calling Korea home – a home, by the way, that consists of roughly 50 MILLION people all in a land area equivalent to the U.S state of Indiana.

"smoke monster soup"
With full days of lectures and university cafeteria meals of kimchi, rice, some variety of pork and what we’ve lovingly named “smoke monster soup” – we look forward to evenings when we can visit the on-campus convenience store and buy something sweet for our American sugar-addictions. 

Nothing out of the ordinary for two QuikTrip loving Midwesterners – BUT – in Korea the first 24-hour convenience store wasn’t opened until 1989. Today the country has over 20,000 convenience stores

Not impressed?

that’s  2.3 stores opening
every day
365 days a year
for the last 24 years.

We have only been here a week – BUT we’ve
      learned how to break a board with our fist during a Taekwondo lecture
      learned to read and write basic 한글 (a.k.a hangeul, the Korean alphabet)
      already acquired an addiction to the glorious Korean snack that is Choco-pies
      visited a palace, eaten a traditional bibimbap meal, watched traditional Korean performers, and toured the National Museum of Korean Contemporary History 

Yeah. Things happen fast in Korea.

That is, until this afternoon.

Post lunch, the minutes crawled by. We attempted to look engaged as the last of our class gave their condensed lesson demonstrations. Even the finest of highly intonated, energetic teacher voices couldn’t keep our minds from wondering to the fateful meeting that would happen later – the revealing of our placement schools.

“Anduh Reeeeya – Pyeongchon Elementary School, Yesan, Gareduh Reeeeya – Geumo Elementary School, Yesan”

With a fervent fist bump we celebrated both getting an elementary school – exactly what we’d hoped for – before frantically scanning the tourist map of Korea we’d brought to locate where we’d be spending the next 12 months.

In the ultimate game of “Where’s Waldo”, our eyes scoured the map for Yesan. We’d already memorized the names of the big cities in our province and knew the icon identifying a metropolitan area. This was taking too long – where the heck was Yesan? And that’s when we saw it.

A snail.

In the dead center of our province Chungnam, an icon of a tiny orange snail next to the words “Yesan”. Using our 6th grade geography skills, we referred to the map key.

Snail = “Slow City”

Using our iPhones, we referred to Google. Yesan, South Chungnam Province is Korea's sixth and the world's 119th "slow city."  

"Slow cities commit to preserving the natural environment and traditional food production and ways of life while pursuing sustainable development”.

So, maybe not EVERYTHING happens fast in Korea.

Tonight, we look forward to the unexpected surprises that await us in snail town.

Andie's fave Korean snack "chocopie"

Bibimbap at the Korean House with fellow EPIK teachers

Moving


1:18pm Saturday August 17, 2013 the well dressed stewardesses of Asianna airlines brought around warm wet towels, even to us guests sitting in coach. Receive it with two hands, I thought to myself. Bow your head.

“Annyeonghaseyo”

Oh crap. That was hello.

I meant “gamsahabnida”

I’m not sure if the towels were just for our hands, but it felt good on my puffy eyes – red from little sleep plus the tears of goodbye after hanging up the last phone call to my mom at the gate.

Garrett squeezed my hand hard.

It’s happening.

We’re really doing it.

We’re moving to freaking Korea.

Armed with a bag of mini-oreos, teriyaki  beef jerky, and an iPad with 8 episodes of Breaking Bad – we had more than enough to keep us occupied.

They served us 2 large meals, plus a small sandwich in-between. The first meal we had a choice between beef and potatoes or a traditional Korean food bibimbap (mixed rice with vegetables).

Of course we chose the bibimbap – complete with a tube of chili paste. 



Turns out, 14 hours is a long time for your emotions to fluctuate. We ranged from giggles of excitement, to moments of panic flipping through our Korean language dictionary trying to learn Hangeul (the Korean alphabet) before we landed, to peaceful moments of looking out the window with a true sense that God had already gone before us and Christ was with us now.

The flight went fast.

We’d landed in freaking Korea.


For seven years running Incheon International Airport has been rated the best airport worldwide – and deservedly so. We landed, de-boarded the plane, and made it through customs in 18 minutes flat.

We got our luggage, exchanged our US Dollars for millions of Korean Won, purchased new SIM cards for our iPhones, and bought fruit smoothies at a shop playing Hall and Oates “You Make My Dream’s Come True”. 

We felt excited again.

We found the booth for EPIK teachers and were checked in by the same sweet lady who’d conducted our Skype interview months ago.

We stood around waiting for the next shuttle and eyeing who we assumed to be other expat teachers when all of a sudden we heard a mob of screams and shouting in Korean. I turned to see 200+ people running through the airport – and coming directly for us.

I panicked.

Convinced it was either a terrorist attack or zombie apocalypse, I dropped my bags ready to run for my life.

That is when I noticed everyone screaming was carrying a camera and madly snapping pictures. The crowd was primarily female ages 15-35. Their shouts weren’t shouts of terror but raving accolades. We stood our ground and directly in front of us passed the object of their desire, a 6 foot supposed K-Pop star wearing sunglasses and a backward baseball cap being shielded by 3 bodyguards. We still have no idea who he was, but he passed maybe 2 feet in front of us.

Welcome to K-Pop country.

We boarded our shuttle with about 20 other EPIK teachers and made the 1.5 hour rainy journey to our home for the week – the 2013 EPIK orientation at Daejin University.

"Its so freaking hot in here"
Unfortunately we spent the first night and half of our first day without knowing how to work the AC in our room. Our first Korea fail.

Thankfully some friends who will also be teaching in our province were kind enough to show us how to work it.

Our first full day passed quickly. Between scheduled activities, we spent a lot of time touring the campus – which is home to the Daesoonjinrihoe temple built in 1969.



the building we're staying in
so many stairs
Part of the Daesoonjinrihoe temple

Peppers drying, we're assuming for Kimchi

 As I am typing this, it is currently 4:57am – so we are still adjusting to the time differences.

We look forward to all we will learn this week and appreciate the continued prayer and support from back home.