More Culture Clash

Avoiding pork in this country is like me trying to come up with a clever simile right now (I'm not that good at analogies and can't think of anything, feel free to help out. The point is, it's nearly impossible). People understand what vegetarian means, but what is and isn't meat is not as clear to them. For example, I told someone that I don't eat beef and pork, so she said, "but you eat pizza, right?" while pointing to a large pie on the table. My answer would have been an enthusiastic yes had the pizza not been covered with bacon, ham, and sausage. It's kind of like that scene in My Big Fat-Over-Hyped-Greek Wedding when the mom responds to the groom's vegi status with, "It's ok, I make lamb."

I played soccer for the first time in probably ten years, and I'm proud to say I scored two goals. It must be all that natural athletic talent...or the fact that I was in the right place at the right time. It was great fun though, and a good work out. The only thing wrong was that we had to play on a dirt field. There isn't much grass in this country. The highlight of the game, though, came off the field while we were taking a break. One of the Korean fellas on the other team was so fascinated with my friend's leg hair that he started grabbing it. It was pure comedy watching this guy pick at the strange white man's hairy legs looking like a baby discovering his genitals for the first time. Koreans have little shame. A slightly heavy girl was telling me that Korean women will grab the hanging fat on her arms and tell her that when she loses weight, she'll get married. They're about as tactful as Babs Bush after a hurricane (how's that for an analogy). I have yet to show off what I like to call my soul-patch of back hair, but I'm sure it will turn some heads.