Seoul

Seoul is one of my favorite cities. I know you have have left, but somewhere your dna still exists there floating, or on the streets living in some grass. Finger prints we leave.

Ok Kitchen! I will never forget my meals there. I mean..it is some what sad to say that it was not even Korean food, but Italian. And that one place I had the most amazing Korean food of my life is lost somewhere in my mind and I am sure I will never retrieve it. I remember the many courses. The rice wrapped in banana leaves. But not the name...so many courses. We came to Korea equipped with a little note saying "Vegetarian" in Korean. The other side if we felt it was safe enough said " Vegetarian but we eat fish."

Looking through the photos..for the amount of time I spent there I really took a lot of pictures of nothing. And not enough pictures at all. That trip is lost...I guess. How can we keep track of it all? I mean where are all my photos? Once at brunch we touched upon this...our memories. Once we go everything we know and all we did goes with us. But what about those memories we lose while still living. Our own experiences. What if I forget myself? My first trip out of the country I didn't have a camera. I went to Berlin. I went to Rome, Venice and Florence. That is all I remember. I remember that there were a lot of stray cats in Rome. It was kind of beautiful to see them within the ruins. I was sick in Berlin.

My grandfather in Puerto Rico can barely remember his name. I wonder if I will catch what he has. When I am really happy I say to myself "Remember this. Remember this right here." And I concentrate really hard. And another thing to add that is mine. But what happens when I lose it all? Those efforts gone to waste.

In Korea I stayed right by a temple. I can't remember the name...shoot. It is starting already. But I would wake up listening to the monks chanting and gongs ringing. It was the most comforting way to start a day. Their sounds were like warm blankets. I would walk myself up to breakfast and the omelet man would already know my omelet order. Eat that with my Yogurt. Toast. And tea. Every morning. Then I would walk up to the gym and pretend I was going to work out later, but that first I had to look around. Make sure. Or something. I ran for maybe 2 mins on the treadmill once. I used my ipod not being charged as an excuse. Then I would finally leave the hotel, but had no where to go. To think I was in Korea with no where to go. I had everywhere to go.

There is never no where to go.