Our first stop was about an hour and a half in (the halfway point). We went to a rest stop that had lots of food stalls, carts selling big hats, sunscreen, sunglasses, sunbrellas, and everything else anti-sun that you can think of. Korean people typically tend to stay out of the sun as to not ruin their porcelain white skin. Either that or they're vampires. That would explain all of the blood sausage. 

When we got to the sea, we stopped to walk on a really futuristic looking stairway/bridge situation. I thought we were going to cross to the island on the other side, but we just walked to about the middle, took pictures, and turned around and got back on the bus. The smell by the water here reminded me of the beach...on a really bad day. It was really overpowering, and I was really happy when we got back on the bus. 

We rode to the cutest little pension where we'd be staying. I was rooming with my younger co-teacher, and two of the younger teachers. Our rooms name was Versailles, and it had two bedrooms (I shared a bed with my coteacher and it only made us closer), a nice kitchen, and a huge bathroom. After dropping off our things, we hopped back on the bus for dinner. As we were at the sea, the weekend's menu was sure to include nothing but fish, which I'm not a fan on. Allllll of the fish. There was raw fish, cooked fish, crabs, clams, wriggly live octopus (that's a stretch, considering it was chopped up, but it was still moving. I voluntarily ate some fried shrimp. It wasn't bad. 

One of the head teachers organized with the restaurant to cook up a good ol' fashioned pot of kimchi jjigae (a kimchi stew) for me. It was actually very delicious, considering it's not on the menu. It tasted like the owner just rolled her sleeves up and cooked it as though she were cooking for her family. I ate until I was stuffed, and drank quite a bit without catching a buzz. 

Our next destination was to a light festival that's name alludes me at the moment. It was beautiful. It reminded me so much of being home around Christmas. My dad would take us kids to see the houses with beautiful lights. We'd sometimes drive a good 45 minutes away to catch a Christmas light show. Even as a teenager, and as an adult, I looked forward to going with my dad and sister (after my brothers were out of the house) to see them. The night was fun, the temperature was great, and the lights were amazing.








We headed back to the pension, where many teachers stayed up playing Korean poker. But, since I couldn't sleep on the bus, I was beat. My co-teacher and I headed to Versailles, I took a shower, and we crashed for the night. It's good that I got a lot of rest, because the next day was action-packed. More on that later, though