In my mind pops up the memory of Chickasha Festival of Light two years ago.
며칠 전에 PLAY BURGER에 갔다.
한 눈에 봐도 디자인에 무척이나 신경 쓴 게 보였다.
그 중 알록달록하게 전시되어 있는 Vitamin Water!
여름에 미국에 갔을 때 마트에선 보았던 장면이 떠올랐다. (위 사진들)
예쁘긴 한데 건강엔 쫌…
The problem began by passing without noticing the sign on the left. It was almost midnight and too dark. Regardless, it is surprising that we three all missed the sign and went down into the desert. We first thought that it would be a shortcut and kept driving for more than an hour. At last, we reached a point where no radio signal exists, cell phones don’t work, no people, no cars, no buildings, only the road and the desert.
We didn’t even know if we were going to the right direction, and there seemed to be no way to check. All of a sudden, Caleb suggested to look at stars and we found Polaris. (After many days, it turned out not to be Polaris though.) We concluded that we were directing south and turned around.
Harvard Square에 있던 Bertucci’s Brick Oven Pizzeria. 목이 말라 죽을 뻔했는데 서빙하는 빡빡이가 콜라 리필 안 해줘서 짜증이 났다. 피자는 왜 저렇게 큰지. 쳐묵쳐묵 하다가 또 죽는 줄 알았음.
All of a sudden, our credit cards didn’t work. It was 11pm. If we got on the AirTrain, then we could go back to Korea. Only $10 was all we needed. There was no ATM, the ticket counter had no credit card machine, the red-uniform-wearing guide had no money (!), and we had no cash. We couldn’t go forward nor backward. We couldn’t walk to the airport. We couldn’t help but begging. The red guy gave us $4.25 metrocard. An Asian couple, at last, gave us $5.00.
The airport was too complicated. We had to go up and down and turn around the building. But stil we couldn’t check in that night. We “slept” on a bench like the homeless, thinking “I’ll never sleep at an airport again.”
How was the airpalne? It was a Delta airplane. The display didn’t work-it kept rebooting.Since I could control the flash light only through the display, my seat was very dark. I couldn’t do anything! Furthermore, my Sudoku got messed up. The most boring flight trip ever.
I could hardly find trees in New York City. The weather was hot and humid, and there were many showers. Cars sped down the road and people, escaping the cars, crossed the street.
Apple store was good. There were many gadgets even not Apple’s products. I was thinking of buying Mac Mini, but I didn’t. Maybe next time I really need a new computer.
The musical Lion King was so popular that the ticket price was getting higher as the performance became closer. We changed the plan and watched the Phantom of the Opera. Songs were beautiful. The stage changed dynamically. Well… It would be better if I could see the Lion King.
The air was too foggy to see the Statue of Liberty. I barely saw her silhouette. Brooklyn Bridge was beautiful.
I finally found the Whole Foods Market. There were many many healthy-looking stuff. I doubt the “healthy” cookies are really healthy, though. Yet, the fruits looked gorgeous and fresh.
I was amazed. I thought they would say, “8:45pm is too late. Maybe we can meet next time.” They were so kind and friendly that they just came to the Albany bus terminal to pick me up and brought me to a pizza restaurant. Actually, Vic said in his email that we might have some fellowship and pray together on the way back to my housing. Even for that little amount of time, they were glad to see me.
Vic and Annie moved from Austin, Texas. They had a Korean student, whose name is Sujung, in their home and they told me that she was almost their “child” because they haven’t had a baby for 15 years. It made Sujung’s parents, who had been very anti-Christ, open their mind, and now they open their home. Vic and Annie had a clear vision that opening home is the right way to allow the Lord to move.
There are only a few saints in Albany. I asked Vic if it’s not difficult to have a church life with such a few saints. He didn’t wait for even 1 second to answer that the church life is mostly depends on homes, say, 80%. They are having a good church life by encouraging one another and sometimes blending in other regions. And, of course, they are praying for campuses.
We had sweet fellowship and I got some tracts “the mistery of human life.” They brought me back to the dorm and didn’t forget to ask me to let them know if any Korean students come to colleges in NY.
Today, even before I met them, I felt that our weak points make us more humble and more like human in a good way. When I asked them why they had decided to meet me although it was too late, their answer was simple. “We didn’t want to miss this opportunity.” It was such a grace that I met Vic and Annie.