“People are all good, once you get to know them.”
That was the first thing our tour guide said when we started the trip in Prague. He had a kind face.
With feverish, tired eyes, I looked out the bus window at Eastern Europe. It didn’t feel that different from Western Europe. Churches here, churches there—nothing really stood out.
In Budapest, we stayed at the hotel where actor Lee Byung-hun stayed during the filming of the K-drama IRIS. The next morning, I was waiting in the lobby when I saw Song Hye-kyo coming out of the elevator! Wait—no, it just looked like her. It was actually our tour guide. Petite, with fair skin and a bright smile—she really did look like the actress. Maybe it was because we had talked so much about the drama the night before. Or maybe it was just my fever playing tricks on me. Either way, when I told her, “I thought you were Song Hye-kyo,” she was delighted. She gave me some cold medicine from Korea, and that strong Korean medicine really worked. I finally started to feel human again.
Other people write fun travel blogs listing all the historical places they visited.
But me? I always seem to come back with a sad memory. When I think back on my trips, they feel like places I just brushed past in a dream—foggy cities I barely got to know.
When I arrived at the airport, my husband came to pick me up. He took my travel bag and said,
“Got it all out of your system? I guess things will be quiet around here for a few months. I made soybean paste stew. Come eat.”
Whenever the tangle of stress and frustration builds up in my chest, I feel like I have to go somewhere. I distract myself by looking up destinations, asking, “Where should I go next?”
Booking the trip makes things even more stressful—but slowly, as I plan and wander, the knots begin to loosen.
Maybe that’s how I’ve managed to keep this long marriage going. We go through the cycle again and again: I leave, I return, and my husband waits with warm stew on the stove. And somehow, it works.
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