Beers and cigarettes are my fireworks.

To celebrate the 4th, I went to Seoul with a group of friends and watched another baseball game. I don't remember much of the game, except for: a few failed wave attempts, 5 shitty Hites (maybe 1 Max), a few cigarettes, this beautiful brunette with a yellow tank top two rows down from me on the right, Doosan getting their asses kicked, trying to cart wheel on a platform after the game, but ending up missing the platform and scraping my shin, hopping the fence and nearly making it to the field, and playing catch with some Korean kids in between innings.

After the game, we all went to the Co-ex for overpriced Mexican. I managed to get sleepy really fast as the night progressed. I haven't had a lot of energy the past few weeks, especially with taking Korean classes and then teaching. We didn't stay in Seoul, because it's too expensive and I wanted to sleep.

On Sunday, I slept in and went for a bike ride with Nate. We rode south for about 20 minutes and came up along some rice fields with pavement that ran alongside and through them. We veered off the road and rode through the fields for 25 minutes or so. For nearly half an hour there were no cars or buildings, just fields. I felt like I was in the mid-west, but, obviously not in the mid-west. I took some pictures on my phone, but have yet to figure out how to transfer them to my computer.

We stumbled upon a town and stopped for a drink. This older Korean guy came outside to chat with us a bit while we were taking a rest. He spoke a little English and we spoke a little Korean. If I understood him correctly, he rode for 1.5 million miles through the mountains in California some 10 years ago.

Nate and I started our Korean intensive course 3 weeks ago. It's kicking my ass. If we were learning a Romance language, it'd be 75% easier I'd say, but judging Korean has virtually no similarities with English, it's a bit more difficult. Though, I do enjoy the language. It's interesting reading a different alphabet and slowly understanding the teacher everyday. I only understand about 50% of what my instructor says. We cover a lot of material. Sometimes I'm halfway catatonic in class. I'm so not a morning person. I need to start drinking coffee again.