Alphabetically speaking... we're OK

So you've probably heard all the hub-bub about south korea getting hit with artillery from the north. We have too. Fear not! Everything is fine and dandy like dried squid candy out here. If things get hairy, we can always make like a banana. So enough about the sword rattling.

Lacey and I went on an excellent adventure through a small little Korean market a few blocks away from our home. It was quite an experience. The smells alone were worth the price of admission. The price of admission being the jumping out of your skin after you've noticed the pig heads hanging behind you, of course. There were little old ladies using really big knives, to 'finish the job' on some local sea life; Vegetables so large that they must have been shipped in from chernobyl, and a whole lot of smiles. Here are some pictures. If you don't like pig heads, you may wanna skip them: 

 

After our stroll through the market we took a walk down to the river. Looking across the river you can see Shinae. Shinae is considered old downtown. If you are ever in the market for matching couple underwear, men dressed up as donald duck trying to strongarm you into buying a phone, and sweatshirts with the arms the length of a an inchworm, than Shinae is the place for you.

After fighting the urge to purchase neon pink matching undies, we made the trek back across the river to Samsandong. Samsandong is considered the "new downtown" of our city. It has a gob-of-goobin of coffee shops, boutiques, and restaurants. It is also home to some of the best parking jobs I have seen in our city:

Yep, that's a sidewalk

After we finished taking our parallel parking 2.0 lesson, we went out to a barbecue joint and had beef galbi. It was like having our own personal hibachi at our table. But instead of having a chef flipping shrimp through a ring of fire into our water glass, whilst cracking an egg with his elbow, we had a chef who dropped kimchi into his beer glass not once, but twice. yeah...two times.

Chez Gowdy

The next day we went to a soccer match. We had been to three matches before, and we had yet to see our tigers win a game on their home turf. This match was no exception. The Ulsan Tigers made it into the K-league playoffs, but unfortunately for us the slump continued. But the match was still chalk full of all the classic soccer necessities: Penalty kicks, inflatable tigers, road flares, and parachuting loaves of bread from Bennigans. yeah...Bennigans.

pa'rye'chute

You can't spell "champions" without the champ.