Anyong-haseyo
Before going to Korea a few summers ago, I tried to learn some Korean. Nothing was sticking in my old brain. One of the few things I did pick up while there was this basic greeting. The day I mastered it was the day I took this photo. Along my ascent and descent of Mount Mudeung, everyone said it to me so I started saying it back. By the end of the day I had said it hundreds of times and it finally permanently stuck. That was all I could communicate to the man resting in today’s picture as I came upon him at this rest stop.
