This weekend was the first weekend of the Boryeong Mud Festival. Boryeong is a small city 45 minutes to the north of Gunsan and about 2 hours south of Seoul. The city claims the festival attracts around 2 million people but that’s clearly wishful. That said, many people do go and many of them are foreigners. In my four months in Korea, I’ve never been around so many foreigners. For the first time I’d overhear more English than Korean – it felt both shocking and comforting. In my day-to-day I’m always surrounded by English, I teach English, my co-workers are mostly other North Americans, most of my friends here are other English teachers, so it’s not that I miss hearing the old mother tongue, but there I almost didn’t feel like I was in a foreign country (even though there were tons of Koreans there too). It’s strange to want to go to a foreign country to experience new things and then to also really enjoy the company of other people like you. I don’t know what it all means but it does make me sit and think a bit.