There is simply no hiding it… I’m a foreigner.
Blond haired, hazel eyed, and 5’8″.
Yes, the Koreans in the elevator who wanted to take selfies with me verified it.
I have no clue what they were saying to me.
But at least through hand gestures I could figure out it was because I was so tall.
Oh yeah and they were definitely all business men.
Left that off in my Facebook post to avoid any naughty comments.
Not that I have friends who make naughty comments.
But one can never be too safe.
The weird thing was I had literally been walking back to the hotel thinking about how good for me it is that I do stand out.
I’ve realized during these days in Seoul that how as Americans I don’t think we can fathom what it is like to a foreigner.
I kid you not so much of what I see as I travel this city is written in English.
The spoken part – not so much – I’m very happy to have a translator with us.
But given my physical appearance – every single person I pass knows I’m lost.
No matter how confidently I walk, how sure of myself I act… they are going to expect me to be lost.
So, I can cut myself some slack, not have it all together, and enjoy being lost.
That’s what I realized tonight at church.
Yes I can follow along with my English translation, but I literally have no idea what I’m doing or what they are saying. And I had to let go and just enjoy being a foreigner.
Somewhere in life I professed to myself that I had to have it all together.
And here I am, totally lost, taking selfies with strange business men in elevators… and the world hasn’t fallen apart.
Actually, the world feels just a little bit lighter.
And by the way the people were happily bowing to me at the sign of peace – they could care less if I’m lost too.