Living in Korea is a constant adventure for the senses. Particularly, sense of smell. In the span of an average day, you can expect any or all of the following:
- Fish: raw, cooked, being cooked, in tanks on the sidewalk, dead in tanks on the sidewalk, dried squid snacks, fish soup, fish tea, fish flavored chips, etc.
- Our apartment: commonly a result of poor sewage or Elisse letting chickpeas soak one too many days in the middle of August (you've never smelled that and I hope you never have to)
- Raw (unidentifiable) meat: makes its debut every five days at the outdoor market
- Fried chicken
- Garbage
- Throw up
During our walk to work this morning, I commented on the breeze that did not feel like a heater blowing in my face. Heather agreed, and suggested that if perhaps we just ignore the rotten fish smell wafting out of the nearby restaurant, all felt right in the world. And then we realized we have the same defense against the smells of Korea - an aggressive exhale of sorts. DEFENSIVE BREATHING. When practiced early and often, it's the perfect way to enjoy Korea.
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