Going Around Baklim Temple and Wongak Temple

“Let’s go to Sarangbang Mountain. Before that, let’s stop by a temple. I’ll pick you up. Get ready.”

Since last night, I had a little stomachache and felt like vomiting. I thought a walk might make me feel better, so I was walking in the park. Then I got a text message from my friend, who was at church on Sunday morning. I always feel better when I spend time with friends, so I got excited. Another friend living downtown was also coming to my house. The three of us talked about many things we hadn’t shared for a while.

“Which temple are we going to?” I asked the driver.
“Baklim Temple.”
“Is Sarangbang Mountain near that temple? I stayed there a long time ago for a temple stay. It’s quite far.”
“It’s not far from that temple,” my friend said.

We left around 11 a.m., and when we arrived at Baklim Temple, it was about 2 p.m. The temple yard was quiet and empty. We peeked into the dining hall, and two Buddhist nuns invited us in. They served us bean sprout rice with kimchi, lettuce, soy sauce seasoning, and soybean paste soup. They had already finished serving lunch to the other visitors, yet they welcomed us warmly. I felt both grateful and sorry for troubling them — such kindness is something only Koreans can show.

The bean sprout rice with squid and shrimp, wrapped in lettuce with spicy sauce, tasted so good! I was eating happily when I suddenly looked up — and there was my senior from college! We hugged and were so glad to see each other.
“Sarangbang Mountain is near Wongak Temple,” she said. “It’s about an hour back toward New York from here.”
It turned out my friend had put Baklim Temple in the GPS instead of Wongak Temple.

Maybe we took the wrong road so I could meet my senior again after so many years. Whenever I lose my way, something interesting always happens — perhaps it’s the Buddha’s blessing. After saying goodbye to my senior, we drove again toward Wongak Temple. It was too late to visit, so we went to artist Sungmo Cho’s studio, Sarangbang Mountain, nearby. By the time we arrived, it was already 4:30 p.m.

The driver complained that her tailbone hurt, and another friend said her back hurt. I had a stomachache in the morning, but now I feel completely fine. Meeting my senior by chance, chatting freely with friends, and eating the temple food that reminded me of my childhood cured me completely. It turned out to be an unexpectedly happy and wonderful day.