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.
I have put off writing about Max’s vet visit(s) because these past few months have been filled with stress, worry, and a lot of tears that I haven’t felt like revisiting. A…
One of the best things about the city where we live is that we aren't very far from the beach. Which, for two lazy summer planners, means it's pretty easy to…
Namsan mountain is referred to as an "open air museum" because there are over a 100 Buddha statues either carved out of stone, hidden in caves, carved into the side of…