WTF Transformers...

I am pretty stubborn. I have this idea that even when you make a bad choice, you should be responsible enough to carry it through. It's not the case for everything, mind you, but still I believe that unless you are physically hurting yourself or others, you should finish what you started. Like ordering something nasty at a restaurant, you should finish it. You paid for it anyways. My ex boyfriend had this belief that if you paid for something, the money is already wasted if you don't like it, so better just throw it away or stop using it if you hate it, cuz then it'd make you lose twice: the money, and the displeasure of keeping at it. I understand the idea, but usually disagree with it. I feel like when we make bad choices, especially for food, for example, it's bad to waste it. 

Anyways. 

So a few years back, I was getting over this one guy and two friends of mine told me, well let's go see the new James Bond, to change your mind. What, afterall, can be better to stop thinking about guys, than seeing Russian bad guys getting their faces beaten off by a famous womanizer...

Well the tickets were sold out so we ended up choosing another movie. It was the most popular on the chart. If you know about when the first blond James Bond movie got out and know what the movie on top of the charts at the time was well I suppose you already saw the tragedy coming.

We went to see the first Twilight.

Bad. Really bad. Really bad bad acting... everything about that movie was bad. The camera angles, the random complete silences when people should be having a conversation, the face of the main actress. EVERY SINGLE THING about that movie was bad.

But.

Because everything was bad, it was consistent. It was funny. It did take my mind off things. And I laughed a lot. Maybe not when I should have laughed, but that's another story...

I watched the movie til the end, keeping up with my principles, but it was not hard, because as bad as the movie was, it was entertaining and it did not last long enough that it got boring.

Transformer, however, is another story. I liked the first one. It was cheesy, cliché full of bad acting, but refreshing in its whole. I liked the story, as simple as the plot was, and I liked the characters, both humans and machines. 

I think the one right now is the fourth one.

The movie was a 2 hours and half that were stolen away from me. Minutes that I will never get back. The first time I really have felt that I have been robbed of my time, way more than robbed of my money. I say 2h30 when the movie was 2h40... but that is to say how much I have put up efforts to stay in the room. 

I watched it. 

The main actress looks hot. 

And her dad has nice arms.

And... yah. That's it.

Trying to be positive about it.

It was a painful long boring puke of random action with bad acting from EVERY SINGLE ACTOR in the movie. I love action movies in general because they are stimulating even when they are ridiculously non-realistic. They take your mind off things. But Transformer sis not do that. It kept getting deeper in nonsense. There are no characters that make you feel sympathetic to their cause, the bad guys are all over the place, not credible and there is no real central plot. I liked Optimus in the first movie. But the Optimus in this one had lost all its majesty, and his charisma it was sad. It felt like watching the movie of a bad fanfic. 

And I paid 10 bucks for it.

What is sad is that I ended up leaving before the end, meaning that even with 10$ spent, I still valued the 10 minutes I saved more than the end of the movie. There was NOTHING dragging me to want to see the end. God helps me I think I like watching League of Legends better than the movie.

So here we are. Rating of the day : 2 millions rotten tomatoes.

End of Spring Acquisitions...

So I fell in love again.

For what is love, if not a amazing-looking good quality clutch and wallet?

I like to buy stuff made in Korea because it's generally cheaper, and while a lot of stuff is cheap and breaks easily, I find that Korean stuff is generally well-made. The two-tone blue clutch is the size of a 13 inch laptop (sadly a little too tight for my laptop to fit into, but that was not the purpose I bought that clutch for so it's all good) and has got good quality zippers and well spaced compartments inside, as well as a 3 card holder at the front under the flip. It closes with two quite strong magnets at the front (another reason I'm not using this near a computer...) that makes it super practical to flip open and close when looking for stuff as you are walking. There are no external pockets for say a phone, but it wouldn't have looked as neat if it had. However, inside the clutch, there are the usual two small-sized pockets, one for random stuff we regularly use, and the other for a phone. 

Now I like that it's a Korean brand because it also was assumed that people might have a Galaxy-note, which are bigger and usually don't fit in any of the standard pockets. So my phone fits perfectly in it. This is really blissful. Yes, I get excited easily. 

MCM is a pretty common Korean brand. While being pricey (a bit more pricey than GUESS stuff, if you want an idea, but the quality of the material and the space is much more well-thought than GUESS as well) it's super balanced. I don't like the classic MCM monogram pattern of the bags everyone carries around, so I usually don't look much into that brand, but this collection caught my eye because it's not blatantly yelling I AM A BAG FROM XXX BRAND, BUY ONE AND LOOK COOL LIKE ME! I like the subtle brand tag and the refreshing look.

The two shades of blue also make it much more pretty. Depending on the light, one might not even realize it's two-tones as the top part usually appears lighter in general on those types of clutches.

 I also bought a long slim wallet from COURONNE, another brand I am taking a liking to (the computer bag I have bought from them I LOVE. They have neat simplistic designs and the quality of their leather is really good. I chose the hot pink. Because eh, that's just as flashy as I love those things to be. 

Funny how I used to like baby shades so much (I still do, mind you) but since I notice

d that hot colors look much nicer on me I just LOVE those shades that I used to dislike so dearly.

Let's finish with me new pair of sandals. I was looking for a pair of shoes I could wear to go out that I would be able to wear when I have my bandage on on my ankle. I did have one pair of flops til last fall

but now all the shoes I owned were running shoes and heels so nothing I could actually wear out apart from the huge ugly adidas flops I wear when I have to go out to throw trash out and the like...

So I joined the necessity to pleasure by buying a pair I really liked in a store near my school: NAMU. Everything they have there is just simply beautiful.

Outings with Fortis

My feet, in the miniature of the Roman Colosseum at Aiins World, looking if it was worth going into.
Was not. But at least we got one picture out of it so I guess that was a winning adventure...

One thing I really like with teaching kindies is that, since you need to care so much for many other details than teaching - like bathroom, putting clothes on and off in the winter, changing indoor for outdoor shoes, lunchtime etc.- you get much closer with the kids than when teaching older kids. But the best part is when you get to hang out with the kids in a context out of teaching: the monthly outings. I like those kids because they are adorable, they are adorable because they love life and like to play. Of course, when you teach kids, it's precisely those things that make them cute that are the hardest to deal with (the kid needs to behave, but that exact rule-breaking attitude is endearing....).

When you go out with the kids you only get the best parts. You eat yummy foods with them, you keep speaking English, but they are used to the idea and playing in English, is still playing for them so we are all good.

Alexis, the most fluent of our 5 years old... but the most capricious as well.

Here are a few pictures of the outings we did before, taken with the school camera, that I got last week. There are two different places, as you can tell with the difference of clothing: Strawberry picking, and Aiins World.

 Me, derping near the (?) Buckingham Palace... in one of the hottest days of spring we have had. We had an early taste of summer at that time. Which was all good, really, taken that I was really looking forward to hang out in the sun. Yes, even if I was fully covered and wore a hat, that DOES NOT mean I don't like the sun.

There's Yvonne, who got extra brownie points by coming to the school
wearing Nexen colors instead of her usual princess dresses and headbands.

Pretty Ellie, our tomboy princess...

Aiden, alias Kim Minsung (yup, same as the Nexen baseball player...) the womanizer

Rambling about Languages

It's funny. I read an article last week about foreigners in Japan, who have this trouble with being able to speak the language, but having Japanese people continuously speaking English to him. I laughed at this, thinking it was sooo true in Asia in general.

Crystal, the youngest of a family of 3 kids who all go to Fortis.
She is as cute as she is lazy. She can turn her brain off completely
if she doesn't want to learn. Repeat the same thing over 100 times
and still find a way to answer the same question wrong when asked...
luv her.

I thought of when I was in Japan the first time.

I had gone there with next to no knowledge of Japanese, hoping I'd learn quickly. I was right, I did learn quickly. I had no choice: no one spoke anything except Japanese in the small town I got to live in. I communicated with hand gestures for the first few months, and learned Japanese during the long summer vacation so when I came back to school in August, I was fluent, at least in the easy conversational sense of the term. I could get around, but I understood much more than I could say. When you learn a language, there is this phase where there's this inner click that happens and then you start to understand everything that is being said. Sadly, while you listen, you keep going, "Oh! that's a clever way to say this, or that" and while you understand all sort of complex expressions, they never come out of your own head naturally when you want to speak. Then there's the second click, when you realize that you are THINKING in that other language, and you actually don't need to try anymore, words just come out naturally. 

It took me some 6 months to get to that point.

At this point, however, all the people of my school, teacher included, had been so used to have me speak English, and not understanding Japanese, that they didn't expect me to speak Japanese at all. It was frustrating, very frustrating. I tried speaking Japanese, and I knew I was saying stuff perfectly, and my accent was almost inexistent, and then they'd answer in Japanese. What pissed me off was that they kept speaking English to me. I get that at some point, they were trying to do it because they wanted to be polite. Japanese politeness has no bound. However, I didn't see it as polite because my first language is not even English. If you make me speak another language than my own, let it be Japanese, not English. Or speak French to me, if you're so intent in trying to make me feel at ease.

I was not really angry. Not really, but it made me annoyed most of the time.

I did take advantage of their thinking I was unable to comprehend Japanese however, that was my own way of paying them back their lack of noticing my efforts learning the language... but that is another story...

So I thought about that while reading the article, but then I realized something.

I have noticed something in Japan last time I went. I went to a random person in the street to ask for information and I clearly saw the dread in their face as I approached, my and my amazingly not-Japanese-looking-face. They were thinking so hard I could hear them:

"Please please please don't ask me anything I can't do English!"

And then I remember just as clearly seeing the relief in their eyes as I started speaking in Japanese. 

It seems like people who know you, and know you to be able to speak English will do their best to speak English as a sign of politeness. However, people in the street will not necessarily feel confident enough about their English to talk to you at all. If you appear lost in Japan, no one will come to help you, because they simply expect that you can't speak their language. I suppose this will come to change sooner or later, with the crazy amount of foreigners that now speak Japanese fluently.

In Korea, I had a lot of people being surprised when I started speaking Korean. There'd be the usual, how long have you been in Korea? Then the surprise again as I answered, 3, 4, 6 months, then one year, then one year and half (honestly though, the time spent in Korea really does not make a difference in the learning of a language, and people should start noticing. If you have no interest or put no effort in learning the language, spending 30 years won't make a single difference because let's face it: a language does not naturally appear in your head. You need a strong knowledge of the basics before the new words and expressions sink in naturally without effort)... 

Contrarily to Japan, spoken English skills are pretty good. If you are lost somewhere, especially in the subway, wait one minute and you'll have a teenager come up to you and ask you in English if you need help. That's one thing I like about Korea. Another thing is their lack of overbearing politeness. Don't misunderstand me, I am in LOVE with the politeness of Japanese people, and most of the time, the lack thereof we see in Korea is more than frustrating on many accounts. However, that difference in attitude makes it much easier to practice Korean. They know their English is no sufficient (when it's not, anyways) so when they see you speak Korean they don't try to revert to English, they go along with you slowly using their mother-tongue.

I was blessed with the ability of language so I am pretty good at speaking the languages I learn, so it might make a difference with the attitude people have toward me, but since I got to Korea, I noticed that people just go with the flow. Their mentality is more that of "our language is the best, so of course you should speak it". A lot of people ask how long I have been studying, but just as many people don't even raise an eyebrow and just keep talking about what they were talking about when we started the conversation....

So yah. I laughed hard when I saw this video cuz I thought it was SO TRUE but in the end, it's not true, for me in any case.

After watching this video, I took more notice of how people reacted when I spoke Korean to them (of course I am not saying Japan and Korea are the same ^^ but I'd need to return to Japan to compare it to the Japanese counterpart of the story...) and they usually stuck of Korean when they realized I spoke it well enough for them to communicate. I do get, however, almost every single time, a short line like "oh, dear you can't understand how relieved I am that you speak Korean, my English is really bad you see..."

Sorry that's a lot of rambling...

Luv.

Korea and Hospitals

Apparently, I will have had experienced Korea in every single imaginable way. Maybe except the marrying a crazy rich handsome young man and getting treated to millions of nice stuff? But let's not go there...

Two long weeks in a hospital. 

Two weeks in a hospital, that’s not too bad in itself. Two weeks in a hospital, for a Canadian we think two things: bland food and boredom. 

If you are from my hometown, being at the hospital also means Tim Hortons coffee, and probably an incredible amount of donuts coming in. 

Hospital also means family. Means friends. Means support. Means everyone you know finds some time to help you out, food to bring you and clothes from home as well as books to read and maybe - if you are me, - letters to write (I never really liked the email formula). 

This is the first time for me to be in a hospital for more than a usual checkup. And even as checkups go by, I think I didn’t even go to the hospital for general checkups until I was 21 years old (Canadian age): my mom worked in the health department all my life so I would usually just stay home even when taken with really bad colds, indigestions, viruses, name it, and developed this strong belief that anything can be rid of just by getting a great amount of sleep, loads of water, and love. And a comfy couch. And a mom. That’s all people need, really. I’ve always had the ingredients for good health, so I think I just naturally developed a very positive attitude towards everything in life. 

I am a very, very lucky girl. 

Sometimes I find that when I write things like that I sound like I’m trying to convince myself that I am lucky rather than thinking it, but no. I am really lucky. So many people compare themselves to the very apparent minority of amazingly lucky and well off people shown on TV and talked about by everyone. I’d rather openly compare myself to the great majority of the people on Earth who don’t have what I have, then I know I am very lucky. 

There is this friend of my mother who once said that when she feels down, she just goes to my hometown’s tiny mall and sits. She watches people. And sure enough, not many of the lots she sees are people she would use as a personal model. It’s not being mean, to compare yourself to people who you think have less than you, it’s a slap back into reality when you are about to turn into a whiny selfish git, who thinks they have nothing when in fact, you have so much. There. Said it.

Hospitals in Korea are different in many aspects to what I had seen and heard about say Canadian ones. For one, there is no wait. I did wait 4 hours at the emergency room before the doctor took time to inspect my wounds, but there had been 3 people who tended to it right away, taking X-Rays, cleaning with saline water, disinfecting the big parts and I was not waiting in a room with tons of people sick on different levels. I had a ‘bed’ and I only shared my room with two other people, both also having some cuts on differing degrees of ‘badness’. 

So I didn’t wait at the ER. I also did come by ambulance, so that might be a factor. They did make me wait a bit before they looked at my wounds, though, as I mentioned - probably because I had nothing broken, and this big hospital did have much more urgent patients to attend to. 

I heard that the fee for rigid the ambulance was 50, 000 won.

That’s $53CAD for the interested. 

How cheap can an ambulance fee be? In Canada, it starts at $500 if I remember correctly. This is crazy.

They make you buy your own needles tho. For a huge sum of the equivalent of CAD30 cents....

They transferred me to another hospital, a big 5 hours after I got to the ER. Apparently my case was not serious enough for me to stay and they didn’t have rooms for me there. So it was decided I was going to be moved. Thing is it was Friday night, past midnight and it was hard to get to see where they would have rooms for me. In the end I was moved right into a tiny private hospital beside the big Goryeo University Hospital where I had been waiting at. 

The small hospital was tiny. Looked like an old apartment building - and probably, at some point, had been one. The air conditioning in my room (two people’s room) is probably over 20 years old. It’s a weird place, but because of that, it is much cheaper, and apparently the doctor who owns it is really a good one. So far I am inclined to believe it. Not that my wounds require a very special treatment, but the choice to leave it open to avoid infection instead of stitching it and causing inner infection was a good one. According to him. According to my mother, and according to me, cuz I would have died of pain if they had tried to stitch that wounds, painkillers or not. 

The food here, is the complete opposite of Canadian hospitals. It is atrociously salty and often too spicy for my morning tastebuds. In the morning, I usually will not have a JJigae with salty as hell cucumber in hot sauce. I love spicy. I love salty. I don’t love when food is spiced up or salted up to cover the lack of taste, or the bad cooking os someone. I do like the cooking ladies though, they are cute. So I try my best.  They serve the food around 7h30am, 11h30am and 5hpm. That’s not the best for people like me who stay up watching baseball til past nine. I get hungry. 

On my first two days a couple of people came to see me. I was really happy. I had really felt at the other end of the universe, with no one to rely onto, but some people, especially a big sister from the baseball crew, really helped me a lot on many levels.

Then after, there was a big gap. People are working on weekdays. And when you don’t see people much, they think of you less. Then when you come back, they all of a sudden remember you and realize that «  oh I really missed you! » . But this is said without bitterness. That’s how life works, and it’s all good that way. 

I was kind of happy that I did not get too many guests. I really looked like crap. I had cheap face wash from the convenience store, and only wet wipes to wash myself. My foot was hurting too much for me to get around or even think of standing in the shower place. And I had to get by using a wheelchair. While I have become a fairly good wheelchair driver by now - I can walk now by the way :P - the hospital, as I mentioned, is made in the frame of an apartment building. Every single hallway is tiny as hell, and the wheel chair does not even fit in the bathroom, so I had to skip on one foot to get to and from the bathroom. The result is that my hair was beyond gross. And my face started breaking out. 

So no. I did not really resent the lack of visitors. 

I also have a TV in my room, so I had my evenings, from 5 or 6h30 to 9 or 10h30 already planned and well. 

Baseball.

We lost the first few games on the first few days I was hospitalized, so I was glad that people came to see me during the day. Then, when people stopped coming, we won some :) So everything balances out. 

From two days ago, the doctor tells me to walk and use my foot the most I can. I was glad to oblige, because I can’t wait to get back to my normal life. I feel like I’ve been isolated in some sort of in between worlds, where time passes dreadfully slowly. Then feels like it’s gone way faster than expected. 

As a matter of fact when we talk about walking, my mom tells me that I will probably have a very tiny calf since I haven’t properly walked on it for a long time. Says that muscles really shrink much faster than they appear. And sure enough I looked today and I have a tiny flabby calf. It’s really odd because Ive always have had pretty muscular calves, as opposed to more or less flabby thighs. Now I need to get this baby back to shape. 

In front of the hospital there is a hairdresser. All the while I’ve been here, feeling like I was rotting through the hair, I longed to get to the other side of the street and ask them to wash my hair properly. Hell, I’d also get hair treatment if I could. So yesterday that’s exactly what I did. Got a scalp treatment, a hair treatment and a nice shampoo. Plus, they set my hair nicely and I look human again. It feels wonderful.

Getting better, for the win.

Stupid Friday

So last Friday we won a game 11/5.

Was a great evening. 

Close to 10pm but still early.

There weren't that many people of our cheering team that showed up that day because we hadn't done that well the previous game so I figured I'd not stick too late. The weekend was young, and I could always wake up early tomorrow and bike along the Anyangcheon before the Saturday game at Mokdong.

That was my first mistake.

Who the hell goes back home on a Friday when they should be out drinking?

I went back home. I had a lot on my mind because I had had had the dates for our summer vacation and had asked my boss if it was okay to have a week more - unpaid, obviously - because I want to go to Canada and a week is basically no time, because of the flight, the time difference and the ride back and forth from Montreal to my hometown. And she had seen my text and hadn't answered yet.

I was imagining all sort of scenarios where she'd be upset at me for some reason and would get angry at me so I was not really in a mood for drinking.  More in a mood for relaxing at home, maybe watch a Korean TV show or two.

I was home.

I only had to climb up a road to a big highway intersection,  cross the street and get home.

I got up to the street and then was happy, I wouldn't have to wait for my light: it had just turned green.

There was a van at the corner and I saw him see me. He was completely on the white crossing lines so I made eye contact before I got on my bike to cross, to make sure he was not turning right on the red light.

Second mistake.

He saw me there and thought I was waiting.

So he never looked at his blind spot and just turned right on me and got my bike - and I - trapped under his van. Never even realising he was dragging me across the asphalt,  he kept rolling. I was conpletely stuck under the side of the car and was dragged a good 10 meters before my bike was set free. The van had kept going painfully slowly, not to get hit from behind as it turned. And had dragged painfully slowly under.
He didn't hear me yell and cry. He did, however, see and hear a dozen of ajummas and ajusshis yelling and running after him so he finally stopped and came back to help.

So that's how on a Friday night, I got an ambulance ride with my Nexen jersey, and spent a lonely and painful time at the ER.
Right by my place.

Really.

FML

That's why I am writing from my hospital bed with my phone. I have been stuck here for a full week now. And will need to stay another week. Nothing broken. I was lucky. But I have two open wounds on my left ankle that need to heal before I leave.

Nexen Heroes Spring

Since I have my season ticket for Mokdong stadium, I spend a lot of time cheering. As soon as I finish work on the weeks we have home games, I take my bike and drive all the way there and back. I love cheering so it's part of my everyday and something I look forward to.

Last week I finally got my Nexen uniform out for the first time this season: after losing so many games, I wanted to add my part of the lucky to our team. The uniform got shot by the TV team, was fun. I really like the look of it with the hat I got from old military stores in Yongsan near the US base.

Lots of my kids know I'm a Nexen fan and some kids from other classes sometimes come and show me when they are wearing our colors. I work in Mokdong so there are lots of families who cheer for Nexen.

One of my kids, the one who's parents bought musical tickets for all the teachers of the Hagwon last month, arrived to school one day with two sign balls from Nexen. One from Nexen's homerun star ByungHo Park ( the best homerun hitter of the league ), and one from my darling JungHo Kang ( well rounded player I really like, really popular player ). I could have cried. 

Then I went to a game with my cheering team and we went to a small after game dinner and drinks and I told them about the sign balls. Taking a look at them they said they looked like fakes. They are die hard fans of Nexen, and one of the girls there is an intense fan of JungHo Kang so I was kind of sad. This really sucks, I had been soooo happy with that gift. 

Then the next day I was discussing the issue with a coworker and they told me that it'd be really weird that they would have taken the time to give me fakes. They are high ups in the Hyundai company, the kind who, at the last Olympics, asked to meet with Kim Yuna and got her to come and take a picture with them. So they were surprised that they would waste time/money for fakes. 

... so in the end... The sign ball case is still a mystery. Real or fake?

구로의 집들이

구로로 온지 2달이나 됐다.
이상하게 시간이 흘러 흐를수록 점점 빨리 흘러가는 느낌이다.
이사 갔을때 한달동안 내가 많이 아파서 그런가?
아무튼 2달되었는데도 집들이는 저번주 했음.

사본에서 만나게된 오빠랑 동탄에서 살았을때 지내진 오빠 언니랑 같이 밥도 먹고 술도 먹고 다들 우리집에서 자고 갔어요.

사진 많이 없지만 재미는 많았어요 ㅎㅎㅎ

Thanks Nature Coffee - Hongdae

I went to Hongdae two weeks ago on a rainy Sunday to look for coffee shops. I asked people where I should go and as I got no answer I just got off at Hongdae station and started walking around.  That's when my friend finally answered that I should go to sangsoo station.

Darn.

It was not far on foot even without getting back in the subway but the weather was threatening to pour over my head so I just decided to stay around. I remembered that last time I went to Hongdae with Heather there were lambs walking around a certain area where they seemed to have a sheep coffee shop so I set my mind on finding it.

It was one of those weekends I felt that weird need to be with someone but not actively be with someone. You know,  when you are too lazy to make conversation but you don't want to be alone. 

That feeling can be taken care of two ways:

1) Boyfriend

Obviously.  When you are with a boyfriend and things are going well, taking each your to-to stuff out in a park or a coffee shop, you just enjoy being with each other, don't feel alone and don't need to talk. The supreme package.

That was what I needed that day. But since there's no boyfriend in the cast of my lazy days, there was the second option.

2) Best friend

I think everyone has that one friend. Or maybe they are lucky and they have two or three. Thay friend that you love dearly, that would totally come and hang out with you and just do nothing.  Sometime laugh for no reason. Making you feel like you at least have one person who understands you. That good friend.  Like family. Like a boyfriend. But none of those. Much better than those on many accounts. No pressure and peace of mind.

But I don't have those friends in Korea right now. So I just took a long afternoon at the lamb coffee shop and wrote a few blogs.

The coffee shop is in the basement but has a big open space with roof thingy over the staircase going out. There are two big parts to the coffee shop, the inside part that has lots of wooden stuff: tables bottom of walls, benches... and cute nature stuff with pictures of their lambs all over the place.

The second part is still on the same floor but outside, smelling slightly of farm, where their two lambs chill in their fenced house, in a fenced terrace.  I think they let the lambs loose in the bigger fenced area sometimes but that day was notbone of them.

They have decent tasting coffee, not the best, but great waffles. I was alone to eat the monster so I felt like I was about to explode, but it was great.

아인즈 월드

I am writing this entry with my phone on a hospital bed so for the time being I won't put too many pictures cuz I cannot put them where I want with the Blogger app for my phone... so now you'll have to be satisfied with the written happiness...

As for why I am in a hospital bed.

I'll make you wait.

Because I can. Doing things my way and slowly is my privilege as a patient.

On the last 3 of May, we went on a school outing with the kindies in Incheon's Aiins World, a big park filled with miniatures of famous places all around the world.

It was a C.R.A.Z.Y. hot day in the sun and the pictures I took with my phone came out really nicely. I did well to bring my hat though,  the sun was really intense.

On the morning of the outing I got a nice surprise,  one of my kindies that always dress up like a princess showed up with a Nexen jersey and leggings. She was so stinking cute.

One thing I love about teaching kindies is that getting them out of teaching context once a monthish is really fun. Those kids really grow on you.