The bus ride had been frustrating. Our gamble to get off the Jeju Airport bus early had gotten us closer to Hamo-ri, but away from local buses going directly there. After walking around aimlessly for a spell, things got to the point where we just paid the money for a cab to our guesthouse.
Dinner was first on the agenda; duck was on the menu. Grilled, fatty, and scrumptious, it went down easy as the staff coddled us in amusement. We finished and left, waving goodbye as they smiled and wished us well.
For some reason, I was in a funk. I shouldn’t have been. We were walking along the southwest coast of Jeju Island–South Korea’s premier vacation destination. As Alisha and I talked, I kept reminding myself just how lucky I was to be spending some quality time with my little sister whom I hadn’t seen much of for years.