I Like the way your sparkling earring lay. . . .

    Sucheon Bay was a beautiful place with boardwalks extending out into grassy marshes that further extended out into the sea. I wandered aimlessly through meandering families holding hands. I was wearing a summer dress but felt under-shoed around the high heels my Korean counterparts were wearing.  Armed with only blades of grass, many people were bent over the boardwalk catching crabs that were scurrying in the sand below. Crabbing with blades of grass you ask? This is a simple process: 1. Pluck long blade of grass from marsh. 2. Lay, belly side down, on boardwalk. 3. Spot biggest crab. 4. Reach blade of grass below and taunt large crab until he angrily latches on to the grass with pinchers. 5. Retrieve crab with other hand. One man confirmed this cycle when he ran excitedly with up to me with a bowing blade of grass, fearfully dangling and the end of it was a twirling crustacean.  He shouted something at me laughed, abruptly handed it to me and ran away. How odd. 

    I walked through some of the small stony gardens that surrounded the marsh and happened upon a yellow tented booth where an Asian man and woman were offering tea. They called me over enthusiastically and insisted that I have some. I picked a small ceramic cup from the orange linen clothed table and held it out with both hands in front of me ( this is what I now have learned is the traditional way to accept drink in Korea) and she poured some steamy tea to the brim of my cup. It was the best tea I have ever tasted, nutty and green, refreshing and soothing. I finished the tiny cup quickly and before I could say a word she was refilling it.  They were inquisitive and kept asking me questions even after I indicated that I did not speak Korean. The man knew a few words in English and asked me where I was from  . . .  I think. I said California. (Sometimes I say CA, sometimes OH, Sometimes New York, the fact is I'm from a lot of places.) "Oh!" The man said or should I say sung (and I am so serious about this) "Wel-ome to row-tel Ca- wi-for-na . . . "  "Yes, Eagles!" I exclaimed. I giggled thanked them for tea and headed back to the bus to get back to town. Guess it is true what they say, for every moment in life their is an Eagles song playing somewhere softly in the background.