I think I might be one of the rare few who loves winter. I love the cold weather. I love snow. I love the crispness of winter air. I love how beautiful everything looks dusted in white.
This January was certainly one of the more frigid ones that I can recall since living in Daegu, though nothing compared to winter in Seoul. I kept wishing it would snow more – like really really snow — but it never did. The best we got was a couple inches overnight that froze the river and turned rooftops white.
February was filled with many sunny winter days spent walking, eating, and exploring, with jackets left unzipped and hats and gloves tucked away in bags, just in case. I've never been…
It's hard to believe that the first couple of weeks of January were spent back in the States, while the latter half were spent here in Korea. It almost seems as…
Fall is usually my most favorite time of the year, but this November was a bit of a strange month. First, the election... And then I spent the first half of…