Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I'm a Korean!!!

They have these huge posters hanging up around the school and 9 times out of ten the Koreans that come here will have their picture taken next to one of these huge posters. When the girls go have their picture taken it is a huge deal, they will hug the picture, kiss the picture, freak out when they just see the picture. So, well, I wanted to be like all the Koreans! (Not). I just couldn't help myself after seeing 10 billion Koreans kiss this picture, I had to too! 


hehe! He is just so hot... 
errr... not! (Hey, I only have eyes for my hubby and he's too girly for my taste)

Ok, ok, I know, maybe I'm a little mean but what can I say, I wanted to be like the Koreans too...


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Mountain Climbing

The other day Josh and I took this lovely little, but very steep, path part way up the mountain behind our school...


We got a very good view of the school from there but we had the stroller with us and it was getting really difficult to go any further so we turned around and went home.
Today on the other hand we decided to go back up again for a short walk and we brought a backpack carrier for Gabriel to sit in so it would be easier. We didn't bring anything with us because we had only planned on being gone for maybe a half hour... but it didn't turn out that way! First we decided to go off the path just a little bit up this hill because it was covered in chestnuts and we wanted to find some...

... and I found some cool mushrooms...
Once we got to the top of this little hill we found a path so we decided to see where it led to. We found out that there were a few graves up there...

At this point we were already this high...
On the other side of the graves we saw another little path, so we decided to see where it led to...
It was very beautiful walking around and nothing was really super steep so we kept going...

Well, we soon found out that the path started to get steeper and steeper... and we were running out of energy and breath! But, we kept seeing these crests and it looked like it was the top so we kept going up and then realizing that there was another crest and another and another, each one we were thinking was the top...it actually got disappointing after awhile because each time you were so excited to get to the top and then you were never really there!

 Josh carried Gabriel the whole way!
So in this picture I basically just turned to the side from our path and took a picture... you can see how steep it is!

We finally, sort of, made it to the top! As you can kind of see from the pictures, the forest is very thick here and even when we got to the top we couldn't really see anything so I didn't take any pictures (and we weren't exactly pretty looking from a hike that wasn't planned). And I say we 'sort of' got to the top because we were exhausted and got to one of the crests towards the top when we realized that it looked like there was yet another one. We really needed to get back because as I said before, we didn't bring anything, it was supposed to be a short walk after all so we never went up, what we think was, the final big crest. Oh well, I still say that I climbed the mountain:) The walk down though nearly killed us, literally. It was very steep and slippery and we lost our footing quite a few times! No tumbles though and no broken bones so we were pretty happy! We were just very tired and hot and thirsty when we finally got home about 2 hours after we left!

Package

Look at what we got in the mail!!!

Now... we just have to decide what to do with it... hmmm...

Friday, September 25, 2009

Gabriel

Gabriel used to be such a little peanut. When he was born he weighed just under 7 pounds and by the time we left the hospital 5 days later he weighed just over 6 pounds by a smidgen. He had gotten sick and wouldn't eat so he lost almost an entire pound. When Josh held him, Gabriel fit perfectly into the crook of Josh's arm. Literally, he would rest his head by Josh's elbow and his feet in Josh's hands. It definitely was not hard to carry him around. 


This was the day we left the hospital, Gabriel was 5 days old...
When we got home Gabriel needed to be woken up to be fed periodically so as to push the jaundice out of his body. I still remember the days of setting my alarm clock for 3AM in case Gabriel didn't wake up on his own to eat. 

Gabriel was also born via c-section and I remember many nights holding him while still in pain crying because I had wanted a natural birth so badly and I felt like I had failed him. I also remember trying to drive the first time after my surgery and almost falling asleep at the wheel because I was so tired from my medication, but Gabriel needed to go to the doctor which was an hour away so I did it and fought sleep the entire time. 

I remember when Gabriel got older he started to have periods when he was awake for a very long time. It almost drove me crazy because I thought he was the only newborn in history that wanted to stay up for hours and hours on end. His longest time without a nap was when he was 3 months old and stayed up from about 8AM until 1AM. He did it a lot and I thought it would never end.

Gabriel when he was about 4 months old...
Gabriel used to depend on me for everything. He still does in a way but definitely not as much. He depended on me as a source of nourishment, cuddles, a sleep buddy, a play buddy, a comfort pillow, really anything, that's what babies do.

Now Gabriel is older. He does not depend on me for absolutely everything anymore. I still provide his food but not in the same way, he rarely asks/wants cuddles. We definitely do not sleep together anymore... I don't think either of us would ever get any sleep if we tried. He wants to play sometimes but usually he prefers to play by himself and wanders from room to room seeking what thing he can destroy next. I'm still holding on to my last one though, I'm still his comfort pillow. Whenever he gets a bump or is crabby, he always asks for Mommy. I love it. I hate that he gets hurt and I would love it if he stopped getting bruises, but I love that he still needs me in that way. I know he needs me in all the other ways and many more that I didn't mention, but babies change so much, I just miss many parts of when he was an itty bity baby. 

Gabriel when he was about 6 months old...
Josh and I can no longer hold him in one arm, at least not him laying down. Heck, it's a miracle if he actually lays down in our arms, even if he is sleepy he will try his hardest to stay awake and to do so he forces us to let him sit in our arms, not lay. He grew a whole inch the other night. I kid you not. He woke up one morning and the second I saw him I said 'wow Gabriel, you look so different, I think your bigger' and then when I got him from his nap he was able to look over the top of his bed so much better. I went and measured him and from the time I measured him and the beginning of the month to now he grew an inch. 

Gabriel is rather small for his age though. According to all the percentiles he is in the 50th for his height and at or below 25th for his weight and head circumference. I don't mind though, it's just numbers and I know he is healthy. 

Gabriel is a little monkey. He loves to climb on anything. He figured out how to push his toy elephant up to things and use it as his stepping stone. Doing this he has climbed on the kitchen chairs, coffee table and tries to get on top of the TV stand but he's a bit too small. I never doubt what he can do though, I'm sure soon I will be rescuing him from that as well. He is very determined sometimes. 

Gabriel's determination can get him into a lot of trouble though. He gets more bumps and bruises then the average baby. He is determined to run, but he is just not very good at it yet so he always falls and is many times going too fast to catch himself so he gets a bump. I will hold his hand if we're outside where the ground isn't soft but he will be determined to do it on his own and lets go and many times falls and gets a bump. Even though he has fallen many times trying to use his elephant to climb on things, he still does it even though the elephant has wheels and rolls away sometimes. It's not like I'm a bad mom either... or at least I hope not. I watch him all day long and the second I go to the bathroom or look the other way he will climb on something. I think he just loves the thrill of it. I'm being completely honest! He truly loves the thrill. He will climb on the couch and then fall, on purpose and giggle and do it over and
 over again. Now it's not so much as falling, it's more of throwing himself has far and as hard as he can across the couch and then giggling and doing it again. He is 100% true boy... seek and destroy and danger=fun. 

Gabriel is a very picky eater. Oh. My. Gosh. He is very picky. If he doesn't like the tiniest bit of something in a bite, he will spit it out. If the bite is too big, he will spit it out. If he just doesn't feel like eating that particular thing that day, he spits it out. If he wants a drink, he will spit out the bite. If he is full, he will spit out the bite. If it's the wrong texture, you guessed it, he will spit it out. We have had many 'arguments' over this... he doesn't change or learn. I've gotten good at reading his mind though, I try to anticipate what he wants next, but sometimes he will still surprise me and/or drive me crazy:) 

Gabriel is a pretty good sleeper now. Most of the time. If we go out for the day it is hard to get him to sleep in the carrier or stroller. At home though we can almost always get him to sleep. Almost always takes a nap and is in bed by 8PM. Though, when he is tired, he is very tired. At night he will sometimes walk from one end of the apartment to the other and cry. Doesn't want to be held, doesn't want to play, just holds his hands up and waves them as he walks back and forth and cries. He will look at us and I'll say 'Gabriel, come here and Mama will hold you' and he looks for a second and then turns around and cries as he walks away. It's almost kind of humorous and it only lasts for a few minutes before he is done and then he will maybe want to be held or will play, read books or watch Thomas the Train before he goes to bed. 

Gabriel can be a royal stinker when he doesn't want to do something. If Josh lets him out of the high chair before I get to cleaning him, it can turn into a wrestling match on the living room floor because he doesn't want his face wiped or I will have to chase him around the house with wipes. I'm not saying my kid is a brat by any means, he actually listens really well... he just has a stubborn streak to him (I think he gets it from Josh *wink). Talking about listening... Gabriel is very good at it for his age. Sometimes he will touch something he's not supposed to and I usually only have to tell him 'no' once or say 'Gabriel Joshua, NO, you come here' and he will immediately stop and waddle over... most of the time... he is a baby after all:) In part of his stinker-ness, he will not look at a camera is we want him too. Everything else besides the camera is more interesting and if we get a picture with him looking at a camera and smiling,
 well it's almost a miracle. 

Gabriel also loves everything that is not a toy. His favorite toy is the box in the living room. If we get something in the mail, he will play with the packaging for hours. Even just a clean diaper is more fun then a stuffed animal, or the wipe package... oh my the wipe package. If the wipes are within his reach, he will get them and immediately open them up and pull out as many as he can before I rush over and stop him. He will also get a hold of the TV remote, which he knows he is not supposed to have and push all the buttons. Last night he was on his knees on the couch when I realized he had it and all I had to do was say 'Gabriel' and he immediately hugged the controller and bent over so his head was touching the couch and his butt in the air in his attempts to hide it from Mama and then pushed all the buttons... stinker! 

I love being a mom to Gabriel, I can't imagine life without him. He is such a blessing to us and together we discover new things every day. Now my baby Boo isn't really a baby anymore, even though I still call him one, he is a toddler and as you can tell from the pictures, he is changing so much in such a short period of time. 

Gabriel a few days after we moved to Korea (almost 6 months ago)...
Gabriel now...

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Autumn

Today Josh and I took a walk about with Gabriel in his stroller around the school and down the road. Autumn is slowly creeping it's way into Korea and so far I am loving it. I love the color of the trees and the cooler days and nights. I love that gardens are ready to be picked and the sound of leaves crunching under my feet. To me, Fall is the best time of the year. 


Around English Village the trees are changing color much faster then anywhere else. I think it's because at English Village all of the trees have been recently replanted around the school, everywhere else in Korea they are still green. That is, except my favorite tree. This tree is in the middle of a rice field on the edge of the road on the way into town. It is the only tree that has started to change color besides the ones at the school. 
You can probably see what I mean about it being on of the few changing trees here. In the background, on the mountain side, you can see only green trees. 

I love Fall, but I am sad that it only lasts for a short period of time. Then the leaves will fall completely and the cold winds will blow and though I love snow, I am sad that Fall has to end so quickly. 

I also have some other pictures from our walk, I hope you enjoy! 

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Afghanistan

Do people in other parts of the world interest you? Do you wonder what it's like to live in the country, living in their houses, eating their food and wearing what they wear? I do. All the time actually. 


I have been to a lot of different countries, each with it's own culture and own style. Even America, some people may say it's so diverse that it doesn't really have a culture, a style, a way of life because from state to state or even town to town things can be so different. I will have to disagree though. America has it's own culture. When I talk to people from other countries, they usually say that they can tell an American just by looking at them. They tell me that it is the manner in how we carry ourselves, look and act. I usually hear an assortment of different reasons, depending on what country I am in, but they can always tell who the Americans are. Even in Europe where I looked like everybody else, they could tell just by looking at me. Even I, an American myself, suffer from culture shock whenever I re-enter the States. In the States people have beards, wear plaid, have baseball caps on their heads (or cowboy hats), wear jeans and tennis shoes, wear white socks, make small talk all the time because they can't stand the
 sound of silence even if it's just a short elevator ride, say 'excuse me' far too often especially when they don't really need too, and apologies for everything. It's America, that's what we do there. 

Well lately, another culture and style have been interesting me. Mostly because of two books that I have read. One, I told you about, "A Thousand Splendid Suns", and another that I just finished, "The Bookseller of Kabul". Both books take place in Afghanistan and the latter of the two books is a true story. 

To be completely honest, I never knew much about Afghanistan before September 11, 2001. Even after 9/11 I didn't know much about the culture. Afghanistan was one of the countries that the world never really 'cared' about that much before 9/11 and when it did I was far too young to remember anything that was going on. When I went on my YWAM missions trip a few years ago we went to Morocco which is primarily a Islamic state and I learned much more. But I soon learned that even Morocco was different from other Arab countries, each country is different after all, in their own way. Morocco definitely wasn't as strict as many countries are. The women there could go out alone if the wanted to, date, wear modern clothes, even have their hair uncovered if they wanted to. In many Arab countries it is not like that, women do not have as much freedom. 

I do have to say that I am not trying to bash Muslims in any way before I get more into this. I have just become more interested the past few weeks about their culture, mainly Afghanistan, and their history. I know that many women actually choose to dress in Islamic attire and follow the Islamic laws. You could say that I just find it very sad that the women who would rather choose other wise do not always have that option or other wise if they did they would be shunned by family. 

Ok, so having said that. Many women in Afghanistan, and other parts of the world, are forced to wear these, they are called burka's and in some places if you are found not wearing one you can be thrown in prison and/or beaten...
It is designed to cover the woman head to toe and only have a mesh screen over their eyes. Sometimes it's a slit in the veil instead of a mesh screen, other times it's one eye unveiled while the other is covered. This particular style is most common in Afghanistan though. I saw a few women dressed close to these when I was in Morocco, they had one eye unveiled though and had to dress all in white. With a lot of burka's the women must also wear gloves so that not even the skin on their hands can be exposed. 

I find it so sad that some women are forced to wear these, only being able to take them off within the walls of their own home. Only seeing the world through a mesh screen. Never being able to see your feet or your friends faces in public. Rarely, if ever, feeling a fresh breeze hit their face or a rain drop on their cheek. Even more sad then this, I am sad that in many places the women have absolutily no rights. 

If you are raped as a women, you need to have a male witness to testify for you against your rapist, other wise you are the guilty one because you must have seduced him and then lied. If a man beats his wife, it's ok because he is the law in his own home. If you have no 'proof' that you are a virgin when you are married then you can be killed, no questions asked because you are a disgrace to your family. Daughters are auctioned off as brides at very young ages and their parents can get top dollar if their daughter is beautiful. Some women are brides as children, even before puberty and many times it is to much older men. Oh there are so many more things. I think if the average person knew about everything that goes on they would simply be amazed. 

Pick up one of the two books that I read and you will get just a glimpse into their lives. You may be screaming at the pages because you are mad but at least you will see or understand a little bit more about their lives (The Bookseller of Kabul kind of goes all over the place, it's a little harder to follow, so if I'm going to recommend one, I would probably say the other one if your looking for a story, but this book is good too and you actually know that it's a true story, not just fiction). 

I know not all women' lives who believe in Islam are like this, but there are many who's lives are like this and it makes me sad. My heart sometimes just grieves for them, or any people for that matter who don't have a choice, who are bound by laws and fear, by family and friends, by never having a hope of a way out if that is what they desire. I would hate being married to a man I didn't love, didn't know, who, in some women' cases, beat me, called me names, and I would hate it even more if my family didn't support me and told it was my place as a women and if I were to leave I would be a disgrace to them. I would hate it. It would just break me. Break my heart, my body, my spirit... I would feel like... like nothing, like no worth or like I was an animal. I can't even begin to comprehend what some women really do go through... my imagination can only bring me so far before I could break down in tears. It can make me so mad. 

I also learned more about the Taliban laws before 9/11 when they had much more control of the country. I will copy it for you below, but it is a little long. This isn't just history though, the Taliban still controls parts of Afghanistan (from everything that I have read) and people are still forced to live this way. Some people may be reading this and thinking 'wow Kayla, you're a little behind on your history' and I would probably agree with you... but I have to say that I don't think a lot of people in America know the facts I'm writing in this email... I bet more then half can't even point to Afghanistan on a map to be honest, or tell me what the capitol is for that matter. So I might be behind on my history but at least I am learning. Below is the laws if you are interested and if you have any thoughts I would love to hear what you think!



Taliban Rules, Decrees, Laws and Prohibitions
Original List of Prohibitions and Decrees, Afghanistan, 1996

By Pierre Tristam

Immediately on taking over cities and communities in Afghanistan, the Taliban imposed its law, based on an interpretation of Sharia, or Islamic, law that was stricter than in any part of the Islamic world. The interpretation is at wide variance from that of most Islamic scholars.

With very minimal changes, what follows are the Taliban rules, decrees and prohibitions as posted in Kabul and elsewhere in Afghanistan beginning in November and December 1996, and as translated from Dari by Western non-governmental agencies. The grammar and syntax follows the original.

Those rules still prevail wherever the Taliban is in control--in vast parts of Afghanistan or in Pakistan's Federally Administered Tribal Areas.

On Women and Families

Decree announced by the General Presidency of Amr Bil Maruf and Nai As Munkar (Taliban Religious Police), Kabul, November 1996.

Women you should not step outside your residence. If you go outside the house you should not be like women who used to go with fashionable clothes wearing much cosmetics and appearing in front of every men before the coming of Islam.

Islam as a rescuing religion has determined specific dignity for women, Islam has valuable instructions for women. Women should not create such opportunity to attract the attention of useless people who will not look at them with a good eye. Women have the responsibility as a teacher or coordinator for her family. Husband, brother, father have the responsibility for providing the family with the necessary life requirements (food, clothes etc). In case women are required to go outside the residence for the purposes of education, social needs or social services they should cover themselves in accordance with Islamic Sharia regulation. If women are going outside with fashionable, ornamental, tight and charming clothes to show themselves, they will be cursed by the Islamic Sharia and should never expect to go to heaven.

All family elders and every Muslim have responsibility in this respect. We request all family elders to keep tight control over their families and avoid these social problems. Otherwise these women will be threatened, investigated and severely punished as well as the family elders by the forces of the Religious Police (Munkrat).

The Religious Police have the responsibility and duty to struggle against these social problems and will continue their effort until evil is finished.

Hospital Rules and Prohibitions

Rules of work for the State Hospitals and private clinics based on Islamic Sharia principles. Ministry of Health, on behalf of Amir ul Momineet Mohammed Omar.

Kabul, November 1996.

1. Female patients should go to female physicians. In case a male physician is needed, the female patient should be accompanied by her close relative.

2. During examination, the female patients and male physicians both will be dressed with Islamic hijab.

3. Male physicians should not touch or see the other parts of female patients except for the affected part.

4. Waiting room for female patients should be safely covered.

5. The person who regulates turn for female patients should be a woman.

6. During the night duty, in what rooms which female patients are hospitalized, the male doctor without the call of the patient is not allowed to enter the room.

7. Sitting and speaking between male and female doctors are not allowed. If there be need for discussion, it should be done with hijab.

8. Female doctors should wear simple clothes, they are not allowed stylish clothes or use of cosmetics or make-up.

9. Female doctors and nurses are not allowed to enter the rooms where male patients are hospitalized.

10. Hospital staff should pray in Masjids on time.

11. The Religious Police are allowed to go for control at any time and nobody can prevent them.

Anybody who violates the order will be punished as per Islamic regulations.
General Rules and Prohibitions

General Presidency of Amr Bil Maruf. Kabul, December 1996.

1. To prevent sedition and female uncovers (Be Hejabi). No drivers allowed to pick up women who are using Iranian burqa. In case of violation the driver will be imprisoned. If such kind of female are observed in the street their house will be found and their husband punished. If the women use stimulating and attractive cloth and there is no accompany of close male relative with them, the drivers should not pick them up.

2. To prevent music. To be broadcasted by the public information resources. In shops, hotels, vehicles and rickshaws cassettes and music are prohibited. This matter should be monitored within five days. If any music cassette found in a shop, the shopkeeper should be imprisoned and the shop locked. If five people guarantee the shop should be opened the criminal released later. If cassette found in the vehicle, the vehicle and the driver will be imprisoned. If five people guarantee the vehicle will be released and the criminal released later.

3. To prevent beard shaving and its cutting. After one and a half months, if anyone is observed who has shaved and/or cut his beard, they should be arrested and imprisoned until their beard gets bushy.

4. To prevent keeping pigeons and playing with birds. Within ten days this habit/hobby should stop. After ten days this should be monitored and the pigeons and any other playing birds should be killed.

5. To prevent kite-flying. The kite shops in the city should be abolished.

6. To prevent idolatry. In vehicles, shops, hotels, room and any other places, pictures and portraits should be abolished. The monitors should tear up all pictures in the above places.

7. To prevent gambling. In collaboration with the security police the main centers should be found and the gamblers imprisoned for one month.

8. To eradicate the use of narcotics. Addicts should be imprisoned and investigation made to find the supplier and the shop. The shop should be locked and the owner and user should be imprisoned and punished.

9. To prevent the British and American hairstyle. People with long hair should be arrested and taken to the Religious Police department to shave their hair. The criminal has to pay the barber.

10. To prevent interest on loans, charge on changing small denomination notes and charge on money orders. All money exchangers should be informed that the above three types of exchanging the money should be prohibited. In case of violation criminals will be imprisoned for a long time.

11. To prevent washing cloth by young ladies along the water streams in the city. Violator ladies should be picked up with respectful Islamic manner, taken to their houses and their husbands severely punished.

12. To prevent music and dances in wedding parties. In the case of violation the head of the family will be arrested and punished.

13. To prevent the playing of music drum. The prohibition of this should be announced. If anybody does this then the religious elders can decide about it.

14. To prevent sewing ladies cloth and taking female body measures by tailor. If women or fashion magazines are seen in the shop the tailor should be imprisoned.

15. To prevent sorcery. All the related books should be burnt and the magician should be imprisoned until his repentance.

16. To prevent not praying and order gathering pray at the bazaar. Prayer should be done on their due times in all districts. Transportation should be strictly prohibited and all people are obliged to go to the Masjid. If young people are seen in the shops they will be immediately imprisoned.



Tuesday, September 22, 2009

heavy

My heart is heavy. Things here are so stressful sometimes and at times I just can't help it, my heart is just heavy. Do you know the feeling? When it literally feels like your heart got 30 times heavier, it feels like it's just weighing you down? Yeah, it's not so fun.


Josh and I are continually putting our faith in God. That is all we can do in the end anyway. We are trusting that things will work out for the best. Sometimes we don't pray for all the things that we want, even though the urge to do so is sometimes so great. We pray that God will just simply do what is best for us... which is sometimes the hardest thing to pray. When we pray that, it makes it so much more real that we don't have control over our lives, we don't always have a say (not saying we never have a choice, but circumstances don't always give you a say), that we're giving all control, all decisions to Him. 

See, I like to have things under control. I hate it when things are just chaotic. Packing for a move always starts at least a month in advance, with each box labeled with it's contents. I do the bills in the family because I know exactly how much is owed, on the specific date it is due and I will always pay early if I can help it, I don't want to leave it to 'chance' that I would try to make it in just on time and then it turns up late. I am a horrible back seat driver... especially if Josh is driving because he gets so distracted and either slows down a lot or speeds a ton without realizing it. Though some people may say my house is completely messy, there are things that will always be in place. The labels to all cans or jars in my cupboard are always facing forward, my hangers/clothes will always hang the right way in my closet, and if I do clean my house, like a true, deep cleaning, things will be perfectly lined up, color coated, teddy bears lined from biggest to smallest or however it looks the cutest, I will even organize the contents of my kitchen drawers, ect. (Side note on my house though: Because I know I can be very anal I try very hard to limit myself, which is why you will probably find my house rather messy, because once I start I sometimes just can't stop. I figure it's better to have a messy house and play with my baby then to spend all day organizing things and making things perfect.) I like to have things under control. I'm not going to lie, I just do. So to pray "God, we trust you, just do what is best for us because we just don't know" can be very hard, but we're doing it. 

Things here are just... what's the perfect word... sucky maybe... sure, that one works. Things here at the school can sometimes just suck and are constantly changing. When we got back Japan a little over a week ago things had changed so much, and I think they have changed every day thus far. Let's see, first...

...they (the school) said that if they didn't have work for the teachers then they weren't going to get paid.
...they then told everybody that yes, they may have said that they were going to be able to pay us until November, but now, next month they are only going to pay us half.
...then they told us that if Josh wanted to get paid for all of his comp days that he acquired over the summer, he needs to take them within the month of September because other wise he would loose them or just get half pay for them. Now Josh has the next three weeks off.
...then they told us that Josh was going to be working for somebody else, doing online classes, but Josh went on his forced vacation and couldn't do the interview and training so that is now a no go.
...then they had all the teachers sign a work insurance. We pay $15 a month and we are supposed to be guaranteed pay until our contract is up...
...then the guaranteed pay was really only until the end of October...
...then the guaranteed pay was only until December...
...then the guaranteed pay was only until November...
...now we just don't know when it is til' because we've heard so many different things.
...they had told everybody to look for new jobs, which we are still trying to do because we want to get out of this place. Then they must have realized that if all of their teachers left then the school would go under for good so then they begged everybody to stay.
...then in one of Josh's meeting the oh so honest Brian stands up and says 'oh there is no need to worry, I had a dream last night that next month we were going to get a flood of students and everything is going to work out, so stop worrying'... seriously dude? Oh yes great Brian, we're going to rest our families future on your frickin' dream? I think not.

All of these changes have happened in a weeks time. Can you understand why it is so stressful? 
The very latest is that now, Josh is going to get calls from the work insurance people asking us if we have gotten paid and Josh is not supposed to go anywhere near a class room if he is not teaching (which includes our gym and cooking room) because they don't want him to be perceived as working when he is really not. But then the school asked all the teachers to lie if we have not gotten paid because sometimes they can be a day or two off, so if the work insurance people call asking the school just wants us to say 'yes' and we're supposed to get it within the next couple of days. 

Josh and I don't like it here. We never really have.  We don't like working for people that lie all the time, that don't manage anything well, that don't respect their teachers... who would? We would love nothing more then for Josh to get a job in the States and go home. Unfortunately it's just not that easy. We are under a lot of stress because if we stay and this place goes under then we are just stuck in Korea with no place to go and no way to get home. If we go home without a job for Josh then we're a different kind of stuck there. 

I know so many people right now may be reading this and saying 'well Kayla, if you have faith then you shouldn't be stressed, you shouldn't have a heavy heart' but I don't look at it that way. Yes, that would be great, but  I don't think that I'm sinning or being disobedient or not having true faith. I say to all of those people, have you ever been in a stressful situation? You can have all the faith in the world but you still wonder what is going to happen and you still try your hardest to make things work, you don't just wait for the world to fall into your lap, things take work, and time. God can provide opportunities, but you have to realize them, find them, do some work once you find them. 

So my heart is heavy, I look at pictures and things from home and I just want to be there. Things here just don't feel right anymore. I used to have peace about living here, but now neither of us have peace about living here. We prayed for months when we got here for God to give us peace about living here, then he did... then the peace got taken away even after we prayed for it again and now we both feel the need then for nothing else but to go home to friends and family. There is no peace left about Korea. Unless God gives us the peace again, we will not feel comfortable about living here. We have peace that God will do what is best for us and provide, but yet my heart if heavy. Heavy because of the unknown, heavy because I miss friends and family, heavy because I don't like Korea, heavy because I don't know what to do other then to have faith. 


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Last Day in Japan

Our last day in Japan was very fun and very long. I have to warn you, I have a ton of pictures on this post, so it might take a few minutes to read! Anyway. We of course had to pack up all of our things and check out of our hotel but the problem was the check out was at 11AM and our plane didn't leave until 5:30PM. The hotel offered to hang on to our bags for us between check out and when the shuttle from the hotel to the airport was going to leave. That left us with the entire afternoon to do whatever we wanted. We had heard of a temple in Narita (near where we were staying) that was supposed to be really impressive. So we got a ride into town and from there we had to take a rather long walk to the temple. The walk to the temple was all down hill and the road was lined with shops and restaurants. Though walking down the hill I already was dreading the walk back up because the street went on forever...
We saw these guys sitting in the middle of a restaurant getting eels... it was actually kind of cool to watch, they were extremely fast at their job...
When we made it to the temple it did not look at all impressive like we had been told. 
But once we entered the gate things got cooler and cooler and the grounds of where the temple was located just seemed to go on forever with tons of buildings. See we though that what you see here was the temple, but it was just another gate. 
Once we got through the second gate we found this cool pond area with hundreds of turtles swimming around and sitting on top of a turtle sculpture. There were also big goldfish in the water but you couldn't really see them...
Everywhere you went there was symbols carved into everything! Walls, fences, floors, ceilings, just everything, it was actually very beautiful. 
Once we walked up even more stairs we got to one of the temples on the grounds. I thought there was only one when we got there but we found out that there were many. This temple was holding a service at that time. The big smoke thing that you see, well, I'm not sure what it means but the people were trying to get the smoke onto them and over their heads so I was assuming that it was a cleansing process that you must do before you entered the temple. 
The picture below was of the service taking place. We didn't go in and I didn't want to get too much closer because I didn't want to be rude, so I zoomed in as much as I could and took pictures that way, hence why the quality is crummy. During the service we heard a lot of drumming and 'ummm' from the people. 
My handsome men!
So in this wall there were a lot of people enshrined. They were members of the Fudomyoo Acalanatha family and these Buddhist are believed to be able to save people from the worldly desires. It was kind of weird being there and knowing that people were buried right on the other side of the wall... I'm the same way in grave yards... like I'm walking on people or something... anyway...
One of the older buildings...
Scary dragon...
The guy that built the temple is enshrined in this place...
Gabe had no interest... he is a baby after all:)
So in this temple...
... there was this shrine. I didn't go in because they wanted you to take off your shoes because it was sacred and I didn't really feel like it was my place because I don't believe in it so I stood at the door and took a few pictures...
I thought this was pretty cool. It was on the side of one the buildings.
The buildings were very beautiful though!!
In this temple...
...there was this very mean looking shrine... he's one that you had to offer money to too like at the temple in Asakusa... if I believed in him, I would give him all my money too, he's freaky looking!
So after we got to the last temple we found that there were trails leading everywhere on the grounds. It was so beautiful! This is when we started hiking around...
The paths leading everywhere were just beautiful...
We found this very cute little hut just tucked away in the woods off the path...
Then we found a fountain below the last temple and found a nice lady to take a picture for us! 
The paths ended up leading to an absolutely gorgeous lake!


They had these huge (though not as big as when we went to the beach) goldfish swimming all around the lake. I saw someone actually touch one but when I tried they swam away...
We never made it further then this, we wanted too but we needed to get going...
We then got a little lost because the paths by the lake went in many different directions and we ended up going past a grave yard and ended up on a little street a couple of blocks away from the gate that led to the temple. I ended up really hating the walk up the hill because by the time we left the temples it was very hot and I had Gabriel strapped to my chest in my Moby Wrap and he was fast asleep so I was very roasting hot by the time we made it up the street. But we got some ice cream and head back to the hotel and waited for the shuttle to come and get us. That is when we took these pictures....

So the trip home was pretty miserable. I'll give you a brief overview... So, first we were supposed to take a shuttle to the airport... it didn't leave until about 20 minutes late. We get to the airport, the line is loooong so they tell us to get in a 'special' line because we had a baby... well the line we got it took 300 times longer then the line that was 50 times as long as ours. Then, they tell everybody that was going to Seoul to get in yet another line. So we did. We stood there for about 30 minutes before we finally got to the counter which in the mean time Gabriel got very crabby and would not stop crying. We get to the counter at 4:35 and check in, the lady then tells us we need to hurry because they moved up the flight and it was leaving a half hour early. I look at the ticket and they were already boarding and they were going to close the gate in about 15 minutes. So, we run to the security check point at which point Gabriel has still not stopped screaming and they decide to stop us because first, they told me to not take off my belt when I went through the security scanner, then when it went off I was told to remove it and go through again and then I needed to be present for them to go through my bag just because we had an empty juice bottle in it. Then we run to immigration and were the last in line and it seemed to take forever... meanwhile Gabriel is still screaming. We finally run to our plane and jump on with seconds to spare. 

When we get to Seoul, well the awfulness continued. First, because Korea is paranoid, we need to fill out a form saying we haven't so much as sneezed in the past week and get our temp taken. Then we were last in line for everything! Immigration, customs, baggage, you name it we were last in line. We are then forced to take the subway into Seoul because we couldn't catch the bus. The subway line doesn't go straight to the train station, we had to transfer which wouldn't be so bad but we had luggage and a crabby baby and not all subway stations have escalators or elevators but still have a million flights of stairs. Sigh. Then, when we finally make it to the train station after being on the subway for about two hours (the airport is an hour away from Seoul and with all the stops it takes awhile). It's 10:35 at this point. We had no idea what time the train left but we were hoping we didn't miss it because I was almost positive that there was not an 11 o'clock train or any train after that until the next morning. So, we get there, I run up the 3 flights of stairs with Gabriel so just in case there was a train I could get tickets before it left and run for it. Unfortunately this did leave Josh to carry the two suitcases with the backpack up the stairs by himself:( We ended up not missing the train, it left at 10:40PM! 5 minutes to spare is not a lot though when you have to then take all your luggage back down 3 flights of different stairs and your train car happens to be the last one at the far end of the platform. We didn't get home until after midnight because though the train may only take an hour to get to Yongmun we then had to walk a few blocks to the taxi station with all of our stuff and get a ride home! Sigh! It was awful! Gabriel was crabby for days after that! 

Ok, so that wasn't a brief overview, sorry! So the beginning of our last day of vacation was wonderful and peaceful, the second we started to try to head back to Korea, well things went miserable. In the ends we are so glad that we went to Japan and even if things were crazy getting back it was still a wonderful trip!