Goodbyes Suck.

I'm currently sitting in the computer lab at my new job, Andong English Village. Today is my first day of work and with seeing new and old faces it hasn't been too scary....yet. I am extremely excited about my new position however, with a new contract comes the end to an old contract and also the transition of friends moving cities/countries. With living abroad and only having at the most year long contracts people are constantly coming and going. Yes, continuously starting new positions and seeing people come and go is the life of an expat, but it doesn't get any easier. The last two years I've befriended yet another group of friends and have formed amazing relationships with various people. And it's extremely difficult to see those people leave. In previous posts I've ranted about living in a small city-town and have literally taken the piss out of Andong because lets face it, sometimes Andong deserves it. But the only reason I've lasted this long is because of the people I've met and formed relationships with. They are the reason I've come to love the city of Andong. I wish everyone who left the best of luck in their new adventure, but do know you will be missed.

Leaving Grace Hill:

 I only had to move across the river, but it was still exhausting. Relaxing after a long day of moving boxes.

Retirement Dinner

The Korean academic school year is from March to mid February and because it's the end of the school year there are several teacher dinners to celebrate. There are also special dinners to celebrate the teachers, staff, principal and vice principal who may be retiring. When I first arrived to Andong two years ago I not only attended the retirement dinner for the principal at that time, but I was also asked to learn and perform a dance at the dinner. Two years later I was asked again and this time I did not pass up the opportunity to film this hilarious moment in time. I will be honest, when you're the one foreigner at the school you do your best to stay out of the center of attention. Enjoy this video. It's too embarrassing not to share.

Although it was a little embarrassing, I LOVE how Korea always finds a reason to sing and dance!

Pyeongchang Round 2

Another great trip! After planning this trip and the long travel to reach Pyeongchang from Andong, we finally made it. We were again unable to dog sled, but it was a beautiful and very fun trip with great people! I also loved finally being able to share proper snow with my fellow South African friends!

Skiing at High 1 Resort

Finally went skiing!! You would think since I live in Iowa and can easily travel to a ski resort I would have already gone skiing. But nope. I'm a poor girl and skiing is a rich person's sport. 

For some reason I picked up skiing quite fast. Suzanne, friend and also my personal ski instructor, taught me a few tricks and basic skills to get started. After feeling confident on the bunny hill we moved to the beginner slope. Overall I felt pretty confident; there were certain things that no matter what I did I struggled with. For example, I can't walk in ski's. I don't understand how everyone does this. It literally took ten minutes to walk 10-15 feet to get to the entrance of the gondola. While my friends watched in laughter from the entrance I would take a few steps then roll back. Take a few steps then roll back...FOR TEN MINUTES! Well, it was probably more like 3, but it felt like an eternity. I also struggled with getting onto the gondola. Actually sitting and getting onto the lift was ok, but getting onto the rolly thing to position yourself to sit on the lift for me was very difficult. At one point I dropped one of my ski sticks when getting on the lift and one of the workers had to run after the lift in order to hand the stick over; getting onto the lift was always a disaster. Despite my troubles with the ski lift, walking in ski's and the fact that it was raining, dark and cold it was a blast! And I also left without any injuries....kind of.

Story: The rain really started to pick up and it was getting fairly cold. We decided since we've only skied from the halfway mark of the slope for the last run we would ski from the very top. I personally was nervous. For being my first time I realized I have pretty good balance while on skies, but I still have difficulty turning. Nonetheless I thought, Why not? Let's do this! Sitting in the ski lift rain soaking our jackets and ski gear we sat and took in the view. At the top I watched my friends ski down with little to no hesitation. I, on the other hand waited a bit and then slowly took off. At first things were ok. Stopping every ten minutes or so to not only catch my breath but to also regain control. About fifteen minutes from initially starting I found myself having issues turning left. My body just wanted to go right. No matter what I did I Kept. Going. Right. As I'm slowly skiing down the mountain I pass two young girls. One sitting about ten or eleven years old and the other standing next to her about eight. As I pass I notice once again my body is veering right. Initially I think pizza slice pizza slice. But I'm not stopping or changing directions. PIZZA SLICE ANGEL. PIZZA SLICE! I'm still not stopping or changing directions. After a few seconds I realize I'm not going to stop and I'm heading straight for the side of the mountain which is a drop off. Don't worry. The cliff was blocked using a plastic barricade. So as you can imagine, very safe. I start to panic and decide I'm just going to slow down and run into the plastic fence crossing my fingers it doesn't break and I don't fly off the cliff. 

I crash. Fighting with the fence I try to keep my balance and somehow end up in a straddle split holding the fence for dear life. Fortunately the fence did not break and I'm for the most part safe. But I'm stuck in a split! Not being flexible in that way I continue to panic. I bend my knee to get my ski closer to take it off, but it wasn't working. Plus every time I took one hand off the fence to attempt taking off a ski I felt more pressure in my knees and for someone with knee issues, this is not good! I started screaming. HELP HELP. YOGI (HERE) YOGI (HERE).  As you can imagine no one stopped. Everyone continued down the slop. Still in my straddle split and clenching the fence I yell at the two little girls I just passed. The girl standing replies, "No" and points to the girl sitting. I continue to say, please help me in both English and Korean. With consent from the girl sitting the 8 year old skies down to help. As she gets closer I realize she's probably around 6 years old. I ask her to unhook my ski, but being so little she struggles. Using easy English and instructions I tell her to sit down and to push the lever down using her body weight. As she attempts this I'm yelling, "You can do it!" "Fighting." After a few attempts she finally gets my ski unhooked. I regain my balance and take off the other ski. As much as I wanted to hug her I thought I may scare her. I help her to her feet and give her a high five instead. After walking up to help the older girl stand she then skies down to meet the younger girl and I watch both girls turn, wave and yell, "thank-you!" They continue down the hill while I stand on the side of the slope giving myself a few minutes to grasp what just happened.

I think I'll stick to skiing the half slope.