Chuseok is the Korean Thanksgiving, where the Fall harvest is celebrated by women cooking for days on end and the men (and in many cases) sons and daughters get to sit back and relax and chat it up with their schoolmates who are in town from Seoul.  Obviously, I have a beef with this... only because I was raised to help my parents (notice I said PARENTS not mom), not just during the holidays, but whenever there's a need.  So, kids who don't lift a finger during the holidays kind of upst the AVA method of Confucionism.  Now, as for the dads... well, I won't even bother touching that one.  They've maintained their position on the food chain for far too long, so any attempts to extol the merits of helping wife yeobo (honey) in the kitchen would be utterly futile.  Statistical information:  More divorces occur during and around Chuseok than at any other time of the year. 

So Chuseok was spent doing various activities.  First, the Yecheon Brat Pack (Nina, Jordan, Jonah, Mr. Doh, and I) went to the Guisa Buddhist Temple.  Now, for some reason I have this crazy idea that buddhism and religions in general should exhibit a frugality and humbleness, even in their idolatry.  But, the Catholics and the Buddhists sure know how to construct an homage to their one and onlies.  The Guisa Compound is probably more appropriately described as a city.  There, they have a full scale library (as large as St. Leo University's), an academic hall, a kitchen and dining hall the size of IUPUI's, living quarters large enough to accomodate almost 1000 monks and employees, as well as quarters for visitors partaking in their temple stay program.  The complex goes all the way up between the crevice of two mountain sides and culminates into a majestic and awesome courtyard with a kinetic sculpture and enormous temple. 

Next post will cover going to Seoul!