After tall glass of chocolate milk, an “airborne” chewable, and lots of kisses for the little dogs we packed into the…
There’s different flavors of excitment in the Irish family. Some of it is mutual: mainly food. Some of it is not: Star Wars. Sister was excited about a McDonald’s breakfast, I was excited about what we’d be eating it on — a Korean KTX bullet-train.
Monday morning greeted us with heavy fog and a puppy; neither of which were conducive to a boat-ride in the bay.
Circadian rhythms are a hell of a thing. Planning on a 8:30am wakeup for a 9am departure, we found ourselves up and at ‘em around 6am.
Our connection in Seoul to Busan would be the most harrowing moment of our trip here. Doing our best impression of sheeple, we joined the flow and kept moving onward to “transfer”.
While waiting for a tram to the passenger terminal, it was officially time to don our masks. Something…
Never content to stay in one place, our fearless leader commanded the carry-on convoy to another taxi line.
What is a birth to a life well lived?
We celebrate our birthdays; a measurement of the number of times we’ve made the loop around our sun.
Yet if asked, all of us wouldn’t be able to remember a single thing of it. Our mothers would remember the pain, the…
October was a long time ago. It’s a long time until October. Since then and until then, Sister has been in Korea.
With roughly 3% remaining in my tank we stared over the railing of our deck and debated going to bed. Where as we'd been up for over 24 hours, Sister was running on local time and eager to have someone accompany her on a snack run.
I didn’t give much presence of mind to this trip before I was hurtling along at 547mph over the Pacific. Luckily, sister and mother did. Though it seemed to escape mother’s attention that our first stay would be at a 44th floor apartment in Busan.
