My walk home from work.

Everyday for a brief second I forget that I am in Korea. It's usually when I walk out of school and have been working all day. The kids don't even look Asian to me anymore. As horrible as this is about to sound, most Asian people didn't even look that different to me. And being in their homogeneous society with a sea of thin, straight black hair, fair skin people, you probably wouldn't think they are that much different looking either. It's not like in American where you can describe people of different races, hair and eye color, freckles, etc. But even though the limited adjectives in which to describe Koreans, now they all look very different. I don't even see my kids as Asian anymore, if that makes any sense. So when I am there I just feel like I am at work back at home. Well, that is until I walk outside at 5:00 pm  and that's when I realize I am far away from Philadelphia. From the air and the mountains, to the written language and the streets, it's a totally different city scene.

Trucks on every other corner selling everything from fruit to chickens roasting and dumplings steaming. The fruit is vibrantly colored and perfectly ripe. I have never seen strawberries as red. It looks like red dye is added to them.

For further proof that there are no dryers in Korea (and not just in my apartment) people hang gloves from their restaurants to towels from their hair salons outside in thirty degree plus weather.

Streets are lined with huge signs and at night they glow with neon. Most everything is written in Hangul (Korean written language). In neighborhoods such as Itaewon or Hongdea, that are over run with ex-pats you'll see most signage in both English and Hangul. 

There are so many wires hanging above your head that literally the poles lean from the weight.

These barbershop lights are everywhere. They aren't connected to barber shops most seem connected to restaurants or nothing at all.

Notice the church steeple and the cross at top is glowing neon red. If you drive down any of the hills in Seoul at night, you'll see tens of red glowing crosses dotted through out the skyline peeking above and between buildings.

Carts line up on Sunday. Monday they'll be put to use as people start pushing their produce and products to work.

A bike forgotten about and used as a trash receptacle.