I always saw pictures of Westerners in Thailand at temples with their hands folded--what to me seemed like a hokey pose that didn't seem particularly respectful. That is, until I found myself there getting suckered into the very same things.
Even with the faceless modern skyscrapers, you still know exactly where you are: not London or New York or Beijing, but South Korea.
How to see the many sides of Busan in just 24 hours.
Finally, we're here: the night we've all been waiting for! The night where a fratty Australian singing in a bar tells me he loves me in Polish.
A playlist of my favorite romantic, melancholy driving songs.
If you only knew how entrancing, how stirringly beautiful the images in my head are, the ones I am unable to express.
Because no matter how much nicer other beaches seems to get, Redondo is always home.