I want a puppy.
Little Dog! And he is slow! Wonderfully slow and catch-able.
But the former Little Dog, now Yellow Dog, does not want a rival.
I am not sure they will be friends. The harbor:
There is something about that sky. I feel like I am on an island when I look at it–it looks bigger. And the clouds always seem to be rushing somewhere. On to the fish market. Hello:
Don’t you look delicious? The ladies in the fish market laughed at me, silly waeguk taking pictures of food.
Driving on an island can be perilous.