Six months late, but maybe there’s someone out there in the ether that finds this to be as endearing as I did.
On the never-ending list of things I wish I could do “back home” here in Korea, apple picking had always been one. During my college years, there was a really cool farm with endless rows of apples and they even had their own distillery. I remember I bought this fancy apple peeler where you stab the apple in the core and watch the skin circulate beneath you. That farm was probably one of about five things I enjoyed about living in Syracuse. I’ll give Syracuse that much credit, it certainly is pretty in the fall.
There was a period of time when Korea was a bit lax with the virus because the numbers were low. It wasn’t like we didn’t have precautions or anything, but we were able to go out of organized day trips and the like just like it was before the virus. For this particular trip, (as group trips pack in a variety of whatsits), we started off with a beautiful temple. It felt like fate that it was the perfect fall day, and the beauty of the temple mixed with the fall foliage gave me hope. When I think of it, I think of when I had a spark inside of me. It really was the perfect fall day. Sudeoksa Temple really was on its best behavior that day.
It couldn’t have been a perfect Saturday fall afternoon without one of my favorite Korean foods, pajeon.
So, onto the apple festival. One thing I tell myself about organized trips of any kind is to have no expectations and to just roll with it. This way, it’s basically a win-win situation. It’s a win-win situation for you because you get to leave your apartment for relatively cheap and get bussed to an area you would probably never have experienced otherwise.
The apple festival was endearing, quirky, nothing like “back home”, but it still has a little spot in my heart. For starters, while there was apple picking (and the apples were great), it didn’t have the same feel as an apple free-for-all on some New England tree. There were also only a few rows. It wasn’t overflowing with apples like I remember back home. It was still really fun and nostalgic to do!
So, in addition to apple picking was an entire little festival, complete with wine tasting, making your own apple pie, and, yes, Korean yodelers anddddd they were fantastic. The wine tasting was fine, but I wasn’t really in the drinking mood. The making your own apple pie was super cool, and mine didn’t turn out to be fancy looking or anything but I loved it just the same and it tasted delicious. To be honest, the festival was quite small, so other than the yodeling, it was nice to just sit about and enjoy them as wandering about the temple was a bit exhaustive.
The making the apple pie experience deserves its own gallery as I just found the whole idea to be super cute and fun. They gave you your own mini apple pie kit and then they bake your little frankenpie in thier giant oven. Obviously, I devoured mine in 30 seconds flat.
And could I seriously end a relatively light-hearted post without Korean yodelers? Seriously? Surprise, surprise I have no idea what I’m doing technologically speaking on this blog, but maybe this video clip will bring you as much joy as it brought me.
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