The Flowers, They are a ‘Bloomin
Spring has taken itโs pretty little time making it to the Korean peninsula this year, and from what my grandmother tells me, itโs pretty much the same in Ohio right now as well. On Tuesday last week, I headed to Yeouido to see if the flowers had opened yet, and though the festival had started there, the flowers were not all a bloominโ to welcome spring. Some of the trees had taken the initiative and opened up, but not the whole street as Iโd seen in the past. I stayed all of ten minutes and then headed home. Wednesday came with a burst of sun and higher temperatures than weโd been experiencing and on my way to work I noticed the trees outside the subway window blooming in appreciation. Since it was my birthday, I convinced Jae-oo, who doesnโt generally enjoy going outside of his Hongdae bubble, and beyond that doesnโt enjoy going out of it only to walk through crowds of hundreds, to go with me to Yeouido to see some flowers.
ย We werenโt the only ones with the idea, of course, and we were met with the crowds even though it was 4 oโclock in the afternoon and Iโd thought at least the working crowd wouldnโt be there yet. The workers werenโt there, but there were certainly plenty of students and elders meandering around.
Along with the crowds, were cartoonists and musicians, some that were planned, and some that clearly were not requested by the festival, but found pillars to stand on and play their stuff. Surprisingly what were seemingly not permitted inside of the festival gates were the food carts. From beginning to end, there wasnโt one food cart between the road blockades that had been set up. There was one station at the very end selling drinks, but the likes of bondaeggi, corn dogs, corn, or any other Korean street food delicacy was no where to be seen until we were outside of the blockades once again.