Heart shaped shrimp cakes for a morning snack. |
How about a side order of squid rings. Yum! Yum! |
Dongdaegu train station. |
Looking out over Daegu from the train station. |
The train ride was wonderful. Comfortable and relaxing. I loved watching the scenery through the train windows. I especially loved having Fred sitting next to me calmly enjoying the ride. Once we arrived, we had to get to the church. According to our instructions we had to take the subway, transfer once then walk about three blocks. It would be so easy if either one had more than extremely limited skills with the Korean language. We have learned a valuable lesson since we have been here. If you just stand at the map and look stupid a kind hearted English speaking Korean will show up and help. It happens all the time. It happened this time. We were able to get on the correct subway, make the transfer and arrive at the church without a hitch. We were pretty proud of ourselves. Our meetings were wonderful and inspiring. Fred gave a great talk. Ironically it was about not being stupid in a crazy world. We were able to reverse our steps and find the same train station we came into. We were 100% sold this was the way to go. Nothing could go wrong now. We had extra time, so we stopped and had dinner before we went to see which track the KTX was coming in on. That's when we found out how Seoul was going to get us this time. We...were...at... the...wrong ...train station! The KTX doesn't stop at that station. "I HATE SEOUL! I AM NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN!" I might have actually said that out loud. I immediately went from feeling great about our wonderful day to being exhausted, stressed and completely frustrated. Fortunately the train company is very good about refunding tickets. We traded our KTX tickets in for the next slow train, which was about an hour later. The train arrived back in Daegu at 2:00 am. We found a taxi driver who had no idea how to find our apartment and spoke no English. So between a GPS and Fred gesturing and pointing, we finally made it home. We aren't quite sure how we ended up at the wrong station in Seoul. The best we can figure is that the Korean speaking ticket agent that sold Fred the original tickets had tried to tell Fred it would be a different station. I guess we will never really know.
It has taken a few days, but I am finally finding this funny. We are the "Keystone Cops" of travel in Korea. If it was up to me we would never go to Seoul again. But we have duties in the temple one Saturday a month. The truth is, attending the temple is worth overcoming any barriers put in our way. Being in the temple puts things into perspective. The world's problems, small or large, seem manageable and the blessings of eternity seem attainable. I love going to the temple. So in a couple weeks we will try again. Wish us luck.