Sunday Dispatch

Seoul, Korea

It's just after three in the afternoon, Sunday.

S. is taking a nap, and I'm looking for ways to entertain myself in our 2-room mini-apartment.

They've supplied us with a baby bath, crib, and high chair.

We haven't got H. yet, but when I allow myself to think blatantly positive, I imagine that the foster mother will be ready to let us have him tomorrow when we meet her. This is probably unrealistic, but then again, it was surprising to learn that our meeting is Monday and not later in the week. (We found out last night when we checked in. Our Korean case worker had left a note for us at the front desk. It was warm and sweet and supplied the surprising info about Monday. Reading it when we did, after exactly 25 straight hours of travel, door-to-door, it triggered an incredible...let's call it outpouring of emotion.)

There is also a kitchenette in here, with a stove-top and a pot ready for bottle-and-nipple boiling. (Insert "painful nipple" joke here.)

This morning we walked to Starbucks for coffees. I got something called "sausage croissant" which is a croissant with a hot dog baked inside. Scrumptious, but possible deadly. To top it off I ate a "Volcano." It's a chocolate shortbread muffin thing with a shot of espresso inside and whipped cream on top. When you bite into it the espresso oozes down the side like lava. So it's fun to eat AND watch! (Don't worry, I got a picture of both taste treats.)

We're pretty beat, so we're limiting today's endeavors to the few blocks surrounding our homestead. We expect to do the full-on sight-seeing jihad in the upcoming days. Now, we're resting up, and downing plenty of water and Gatorade. Tomorrow's a big day for the Sticking Point fam. At 1:30 (Sunday night at 11:30 your time), our case worker will take us to the foster family's house to meet our boy.


Folks here are very nice. They seem friendly, and don't let the fact that we speak different languages prevent them from providing their side of a conversation. Our taxi driver had plenty to say last night. He was smiling and very animated, so I guess it was nice stuff. We smiled and nodded. "Yup...definitely," I said once, just to change things up a bit. This morning S. and I wondered if he thought it was weird that she -- a woman -- sat in the front seat while I rode in the back. Maybe.

I'm listening to John Cale's "Leaving It Up To You" from the audio stream of the Henry Rollins 11/08/04 radio show from Indie 103.1

Comments

[walein]

You two are living in the future! Monday when it's sunday here? Well, it just seems right that you two would have some kid from the future.

[Shelba]

I almost jumped out of my seat when I saw a new post up here. Looking forward to hearing that you have your baby. That you are a party of three. Father, mother, and son.