The only park I was able to go to and I’ll surely come back.
Parks are one of the many things I miss at this time of life. They remind me so much of all the childhood games I played, my childhood friends and days when all I had to worry about was my friend who was angry at me – the typical, “Hindi tayo bati!” that would always get to me (wow, tanda ko na eh, no?). Seoul has a lot of parks – people are very athletic or active, at the very least. You wouldn’t find a sickly ahjumma (older woman/stranger) or ahjussi (older man/stranger) over that side of the world. They take health and exercise seriously (hiking is one of the many activities they enjoy – my kind of people!!).
Parks are the areas where we get to witness the change of seasons, outside ones that is. As if they’re letting the world change them, going with the flow of the years as they pass by, not resisting nor complaining but letting all these changes mold them into something beautiful, no matter the form. Don’t even get me started on the gorgeous blazing orange colors autumn or winter sprinkles a city with. It’s like how a child would draw the world: raw, a little messy but still something to look at when you’re tired and it’ll make you feel alive and warm on the inside.
As much as I like winter, I still dream of visiting Seoul when it’s spring. When everything is in full bloom just like the people. We’d never really get around to appreciating these different changes in our days without the other. Isn’t it wonderful how in the most mundane, natural things, the world still surprises us?
Oh, how can one not be in love with life?
PS I blogged about our 2nd Day in Seoul here where I mentioned going to Seonyudo Park :-)