Pronounced with a Kyong-ju

A couple more words about the Temple stay before we move on.  We really did have to pick up leaves.  It was the first thing they made us do.  Peep the name-tag.


Of the three meals we had, Kellie ate them all at the girls’ table by herself (there were at least 50 boys in the room at any time.) Double sad eating in a jacket. All of the food was traditional Korean and all vegan.


Jon really did have a Korean high school kid as a roommate, Kellie had her own room on a different floor.  The roommate popped his retainer in and out of his mouth while he read and slept through morning chanting.  In fact, the other visitors at the temple were mainly high school boys none of which seemed to want to be there.  We’re pretty sure it was some form of Korean Buddhist Teenage Boy Prison Camp.  That’s the difference between 17 and 37. We can’t forget to thank Coach for trying in vain to teach us to kick and punch properly.  He crushed it during this morning’s demonstration.


All kidding aside, it was a beautiful experience in a beautiful place and much needed cool out time during a busy trip.  We’d recommend a temple stay for anyone visiting Korea.  And, in general, finding some way to keep your shit straight, whether it’s yoga, running, meditation, etc., etc., etc., feels more and more essential every day.


Our temple is an hour outside of a small city in the south of South Korea called Gyeongju.  It was the ancient capital of the Shilla Dynasty, which was the premiere dynasty on the peninsula from, like, 0 to 1000AD.  There are ruins everywhere  including these totally bonkers burial mounds which panorama can’t even do justice.


Here’s one Kellie climbed half way up for perspective.


And some with the sunset.  We’re becoming sunset whores.  Sorry.


The town around the mounds has a real old village-y feel to it and our guest house is straight up thin mattress on the floor, paper walls, and two dogs in the courtyard style.  Psyched about that.


And here’s a picture of a 38-course dinner (some of which were good, some of which were weird, and some of which tasted sort of poisonous) we ate for $20.


And here we are posing for the iPhone timer.  It came out really White People Sears Portrait in Korea don’t you think?



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