Monday, July 30, 2007

somewhere between meh and moo

Though I am surrounded by rice paddies, I noticed the smell of cow the first night I arrived at my host family's house, just outside of Haenam. I've yet to actually see these cows, but they are baying into the night and listening to them is somehow of comfort. In Korea cows don't moo, they meh, or something rather like that. Cats don't meow here either, the yeown. And where someone from the States might hear bird or crickets sing, in Korea they only hear crying. But there are the cows and, Korean or American, they are chatty and smelly and I can count on that.