Scandinavia, Day 1: Drive-By Copenhagen

It’s not very common for any Europe first-timer, among my peers at least, to have Scandinavia as the first stop. So when the opportunity presented itself earlier this year, I knew I had to grab it. True enough, the moment I stepped out of the plane that morning, it wasn’t just my first step in a country; it was also my first step in a continent. The last time I first set foot in a continent other than my own was when I visited my Dad in Chicago at age three. It felt surreal replicating that milestone thirty years later. And this was quite possibly the most fun I ever had hanging out with a group of dentists. That one, I’ll explain in a few…

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Dolores O’Riordan, 1971-2018

I had the pleasure of watching The Cranberries’ Manila concert back in April 2012. Just like most attendees that night, I considered their music vital to my formative years. Everyone in his or her 30s now would agree. I had cassette copies of To the Faithful Departed and Bury the Hatchet. Zombie and Ode to My Family were my favorite tracks in my Now! That’s What I Call Music tapes. And really, who didn’t attempt to yodel along?

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Saturday Spelunking: The Curious Case of Gwangmyeong Cave

The trip began on an anxious note. That much I established earlier. So, it’s a good thing that our second day fell on a Saturday. And with no one to inundate me over the phone that weekend, I actually did enjoy a Morning Calm (Don’t push it, Self). At that point, I resolved to look at the bright side of my ongoing murky situation and just take a breather: Just like that day’s destination, which endured a grim, shaky history before evolving into the visual spectacle that it is today.

Such is the peculiar case of Gwangmyeong Cave.

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Sub-Zero Seoul

For the first time ever in a long-haul flight, I couldn’t sleep a wink. Back home, I was on the cusp of a major turning point, one that had been causing me weeks of anxiety. I was  bound for rattling change, regardless of which choice I made. Not knowing whether it would happen during or after the trip was the killer. The uncertainty got the best of me. But I resolved to keep my plight from my travel companion, Marga, even for just four hours.

I won’t expound on that ordeal anymore, but I’ll say this: Life’s too short for us to be constantly threatened with disapproval. If something limits or, worse, consumes us, then it’s time to search for other avenues. But thankfully, really, this maiden Korean voyage was what it took to get my “Seoul” back. Pun gleefully intended.

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