The night market in Gwangju-si happens once a year, and our director was very keen to take us. So, after work on Friday we loaded up into our director’s car and headed out to experience the night market with her and the rest of our surrogate Korean family. Sidenote: from what I can puzzle out, night market is Konglish for “carnival.”
Carnivals are literally my favorite thing about autumn.
So I was really excited to experience a Korean one.
We ate roasted pork with onions and peppers, spicy boiled chicken’s feet (yes, really — they are spongy), and drank homemade makgeolli under a tarp tent while the rain picked up and a huddled mass of drunken Koreans laughed boisterously around us. It felt very heart warming and oddly comforting, like we were at a large, but intimate, family gathering — like we belong here.
