Yesterday I posted the real reason I went all the way to Busan. Now I'm posting pleasant side-effects of going. One nice happening was before dinner, my friend and I sat in the lounge at the Westin Chosun, beach view, with her Shirley Temple and my lovely port. Guys and dolls, I have to be honest, I haven't had good port in so long that I almost forgot how it tasted! But the minute the first drop hit my tongue I remembered: it tastes like a boozed-up Cinderella! And in case if any of you are wondering, that's a certified Martha Stewart good thing right there. With the live music in the background I could barely hear the annoying children running around the front lobby as their parents, typical of Korean parents, simply ignore their children's severe misgivings regarding decorum and complain over having to wait in a line to get into dinner.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Day 90: Port at the Port
Yesterday I posted the real reason I went all the way to Busan. Now I'm posting pleasant side-effects of going. One nice happening was before dinner, my friend and I sat in the lounge at the Westin Chosun, beach view, with her Shirley Temple and my lovely port. Guys and dolls, I have to be honest, I haven't had good port in so long that I almost forgot how it tasted! But the minute the first drop hit my tongue I remembered: it tastes like a boozed-up Cinderella! And in case if any of you are wondering, that's a certified Martha Stewart good thing right there. With the live music in the background I could barely hear the annoying children running around the front lobby as their parents, typical of Korean parents, simply ignore their children's severe misgivings regarding decorum and complain over having to wait in a line to get into dinner.
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