My First Trip to Korea
My First Trip to Korea
This was my first time flying. I can remember getting on the plane scared and excited all at the same time. The plane was filled with so many people that looked like my mother all in the same place at the same time. They all had pale smooth skin, very slanted eyes, and coal black hair some long and some short. We had now begun our journey to my mother’s home in South Korea.
The flight was extremely long, especially to me. I was only five years old. This felt like a dream to me. Everything was so different and new. The people around me were all speaking broken English and Korean, as they talked the air was filled with strong aromas of garlic, hot peppers, and onions from the Kim chi they had been eating. Everyone was smiling and nodding as they were talking.
Once we reached the airport my Aunt was there to greet us. This was my first acutance to this side of my family. Things were nothing like where I had come from. The airport was so congested I was really afraid to let my mother’s hand go, fearing that I might get lost in the crowd. We finally get to the car and start traveling to my aunt’s house as we travel to the country side the scenery is different in many ways some of the houses actually look like Huts. There are lots of rice fields that extended for miles.
We reached my Aunt’s house. A tall apartment looking building, we entered on the first floor which was a restaurant. The people were eating and socializing. It was not nearly as crowded as the airport scene not by far. We make our way to the elevator we stop on the second floor there I meet my uncle small slender man smiling and nodding welcoming us. We entered taking our shoes off at the entrance; I look around and see pictures of animals and various little Buddha men statues with incense and lots of bamboo plants. There was no furniture, just lots of open space. The room did have the tall Hutch looking pieces that looked to be antiques. The adults gathered around talking and
This was my first time flying. I can remember getting on the plane scared and excited all at the same time. The plane was filled with so many people that looked like my mother all in the same place at the same time. They all had pale smooth skin, very slanted eyes, and coal black hair some long and some short. We had now begun our journey to my mother’s home in South Korea.
The flight was extremely long, especially to me. I was only five years old. This felt like a dream to me. Everything was so different and new. The people around me were all speaking broken English and Korean, as they talked the air was filled with strong aromas of garlic, hot peppers, and onions from the Kim chi they had been eating. Everyone was smiling and nodding as they were talking.
Once we reached the airport my Aunt was there to greet us. This was my first acutance to this side of my family. Things were nothing like where I had come from. The airport was so congested I was really afraid to let my mother’s hand go, fearing that I might get lost in the crowd. We finally get to the car and start traveling to my aunt’s house as we travel to the country side the scenery is different in many ways some of the houses actually look like Huts. There are lots of rice fields that extended for miles.
We reached my Aunt’s house. A tall apartment looking building, we entered on the first floor which was a restaurant. The people were eating and socializing. It was not nearly as crowded as the airport scene not by far. We make our way to the elevator we stop on the second floor there I meet my uncle small slender man smiling and nodding welcoming us. We entered taking our shoes off at the entrance; I look around and see pictures of animals and various little Buddha men statues with incense and lots of bamboo plants. There was no furniture, just lots of open space. The room did have the tall Hutch looking pieces that looked to be antiques. The adults gathered around talking and