It's a lazy Sunday, so of course I'm writing. In the ten minutes I have before Socrates Cafe. I treated myself, a small treat considering the cost, to the public bathhouse yesterday afternoon. I love the peaceful feeling, sitting, relaxing, enjoying the view of the ocean. I must try another someday, but I really do like this one. A little girl kept following me around this time, shy, only 2 years old, but she thought I was pretty. She wouldn't talk to me, though, even though her sister kept prodding her.
Afterwards, I felt I could really treat myself to a nice dinner. Italian, at this lovely restaurant just outside of the spa, and quite reasonable for being Italian. 15,000 won for pasta, "garlic" bread, and dessert. I shall explain the quote marks in a minute. I was naturally hesistant over the pasta, but as it turned out the carbonara sauce was very flavorful and lots of bacon, not the best I've ever had, but good, although the "Pettucini" turned out to be spaghetti (of course!) But the GARLIC bread.... The waiter came by and placed a basket with two grilled butter slices of bread and a packet of strawberry jam. Mildly confused, I spread the jam on the bread anyway and it was quite delicious. But not garlicky. I attempted to present this dilemma to the waiter who proceeded to present me with another portion of jam and bread, which I ate. When I'd finished he recited a list of desserts, coffee, Sprite....and when he got to ice cream, I gratefully said "Yes." (yes, a real desssert!) I sat, there, terrace overlooking the sea, book in lap, gorgeous view, so serene and romantic. And walked slowly, deliberately almost, back to the beach, along the beach, bus home, and read the last of my copy of Siddhartha which I had picked up the other day at the bookstore.
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