I had a pretty low-key Saturday: slept in late, lounged around, then had to go out to find some food. I was craving a specific sandwich, but it's always a bit of a challenge in Seoul- it's such a big city, so commuting time is long. However I don't mind going to great lengths to eat something I love (Mexican food, anyone?). I left the house in a hurry, and it was raining, so I just threw on my navy rain boots and a black jacket. As I was locking the door, I realized I was wearing pink tights and I had way too many patterns going on. I'm a bit self-conscious about drawing attention so I thought I should change. But wait- I'm already standing out so much from being a foreigner, so whatever. I'd never go out mis-matched back home, but I love that about being in Korea- I can wear whatever I want and not feel too weird about it.
On Saturday night I decided to go work out. I thought the gym would be practically empty- I mean, what other losers work out at 10pm on a Saturday night? The stalker, apparently!! Yes, he made his return. I had to run for the whole time on high speed to avoid having him come over and talk (oh, he tried, but I pretended to be to absorbed by my workout). It sucks because I had to make a quick escape, and I didn't get a proper workout. Now I have to be stressed out about picking out a time to work out, so annoying. I don't know what to do!
Despite some annoyances, it was a fun weekend, complete with a Belgian brunch, a fish 'n chips dinner party on Sunday night.... and some damage at Zara.