Seoul searchin'

There is an Original Pancake House in Seoul. Omelets and waffles = fuel for wandering Seoul.

What’s worse than getting lost in a big city? How about getting lost in a city that’s bigger than NYC where no one speaks English? It’s not so hard to imagine if you find yourself traveling around Seoul for the first time.

Eventually, we did find where we intended to go, albeit two hours later. We saw a show called “Cookin’ Nanta” which is a comedy cooking show. I was a little bit skeptical at first, but the show was fully entertaining and funny with choreographed knife chopping, speedy plate tossing, and the performers unexpectedly tossing props into the audience.

Other Seoul weekend activities we accomplished: visiting the War Memorial of Korea, seeing the comedy martial arts show “Jump,” going to the top of the Seoul Tower, and finally successfully riding the subway. And eating. Lots and lots of eating.

The War Memorial of Korea was amazing and humongous. And not to get all sentimental and feely here, but it really makes you realize how big of a deal it was that South Korea was successful in the war. Had they not been, we would not be in South Korea right now and this blog wouldn’t exist either. Sad, huh?

We made sure to fill up on junk food the streets had to offer. Custard-filled churros and white chocolate cookie balls got the job done.

At the Jump show, Mark was called to the stage to be a participant. Once on stage he got to do a few kicks, a forward roll, and pick up a fake sword to "fight off" the other performers. Problem is, now he won’t quit telling me he’s a ninja. So if you see him, just make things easy and assure him that he really is one.

It's not every day you get to show the world that you're a ninja.

We visited the Seoul Tower at night because we heard it would be cool to see all the city lights from above during a night visit. Yes it was cool. And it was ice cold. If you are ever able to make this trip and happens to be in the winter, bring coats. Lots and lots of coats. And scarves and gloves and hats and super fuzzy socks.

Before our fingertips froze off, we placed a “lock of love” on one of the fences at the base of the tower. I read on the internet that it was a “thing” to do, so I had to blow the $10 on a lock that we would essentially get rid of immediately. Thanks, internet. You’re welcome, economy.