half girl

Today I miss Kimchi so much my heart (and stomach, even though I am full) actually feels like it is aching. It’s strange how you can become so attached to food, I actually find it a bit disturbing. It makes me feel kind of Korean, though, so I also find it comforting. Like I am not as confused about my heritage as I used to be. It has bugged me for a long time that I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. I didn’t feel completely Danish and I didn’t feel Korean at all, but being in Korea and learning more about that part of me has definitely helped. The cultural differences has helped me appreciate both Denmark and Korea so much more. Good stuff, eh?

Anyway, these photos are from the Kimchi Festival that I went to in mid-October. There were loads of different kinds of Kimchi to try and purchase, a special Kimchi exhibition about the history of Kimchi, traditional Korean activities, performances and a ton of street meat.

Also, refrigerators!

Special Kimchi refrigerators, of course. “Let’s see, we need a ton of Kimchi, ’cause we eat it three times a day and it stinks up everything else… Aigoo, we must have seperate refrigerators for this!”
Koreans are so clever.

In the evening there were some extra performances for the closing ceremony and we all danced around with a rope, which was burned in the end and everyone was dancing and singing for good luck and prosperity (oh, how they love prosperity! And longevity!) and it was a lot of fun.