Adventures in Sisterland

Birthright

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…

South Korea’s got Seoul

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.

Catmandu

Never content to stay in one place, our fearless leader commanded the carry-on convoy to another taxi line.

To Pohang

Monday morning greeted us with heavy fog and a puppy; neither of which were conducive to a boat-ride in the bay.

Busan Digs

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.

Goin’ Coastal

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.

Koreatown

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.

Final Leg

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…

Leavin’ on a jet plane

After tall glass of chocolate milk, an “airborne” chewable, and lots of kisses for the little dogs we packed into the…