I was finishing up in front of the big man-sized mirror of the apartment we had taken in the city.
We had arrived in Seoul for a couple of days and could not be happier.
My sister and I had been agonizing this journey for months and finally after a period of time that had seemed infinite to us, we had touched the land that we wanted to visit so much.
As luck would have it, we found a very advantageous last minute offer and so began our adventure.
And here we are in the middle of August to enjoy the magnificent world of Seoul. The apartment that would have made us from home for this stay had proved to our expectations.
It was small but extremely functional. It was inspired by the philosophy of maximum exploitation of space, which had allowed us to derive a really nice structure. Strong point, which I loved from the first moment was the huge window that was visible as soon as crossed the threshold of the entrance, which offered a wonderful excerpt of the city of Seoul. Another important detail was the kitchen with an island where you can comfortably eat, which was opened directly on the living room where there was an elegant but modern sofa. I also liked the adjoining room, a small bathroom, which although not particularly large, had been renovated and made really elegant, thanks to the presence of a large rectangular mirror with golden frame, which shone in contrast with the polished tiles. They had added a flight of steps, thus creating an upper floor, mainly used as a bedroom.
I was pleasantly surprised and all this had given me even more charge in tackling this new adventure.
But let's get back to us and what I was doing.
I was watching my reflection carefully during my preparation. I've never been an admired girl, I congratulate you, but you know the circumstances, which seem so sincere, but then in reality they really are not.
I lingered on my caramel-colored skin, expertly kissed by the sun, which I loved from the bottom of my heart. It was my peculiarity and I could not not be proud of it. Or better, we were preparing because we were invited by Dean, the guy who had rented the house, to a party organized to welcome the various visitors, and it seemed an excellent opportunity to get an initial taste of the local culture.
I had chosen a dress, practical but still feminine, and a pair of flat shoes with little flowers that matched perfectly.
I liked the effect they had on my chocolate-colored skin.
For a fraction of a second she felt beautiful. My sister had opted for a not too low-cut tank top and a pair of jeans shorts with matching low shoes, which gave her a fresh and dynamic look. I watched her and I noticed with pleasure that the outfit gave her a lot.
At first sight, seeing us close, no one would have mistaken us for sisters, we could not be more different.
I totally Mediterranean, both as colors and as focuosity and she is a small Japanese quiet, including ways.
But I could not love my little Asian girl and this trip was a little gift for our sisterhood.
In a short time we reached the place of the party, I was surprised by how easily we steered in this land so far.
We found ourselves in front of a suggestive location. It was enormous, of great impact. It was an open area, a kind of Spanish patio, but to which was added a touch of class given by the floor that shone as if it were covered with gems. There were also marble columns that supported the entire area adding an air of majesty to the whole that put me even more in a good mood.
A buffet had been set up, but they had added the presence of waiters in front of each course, in order to make the most renowned catering service.
I saw the presence of tables, occupied mostly by indigenous families, but I noticed with pleasure the presence of some tourists here and there, which made me feel more at ease.
I perceived a new, different feeling. It was an atmosphere I had never experienced before and this intrigued me a lot.
- Let's eat? - my sister's question woke me from my thoughts.
- Sure! Even if they do not know what dishes are, they seem so inviting! - I replied to her.
We headed for the buffet and she began to list me by thread and sign every food, intriguing me, leading us to the logical conclusion of finding ourselves with a multitude of dishes, once back at our table.
We enjoyed our dinner in a pleasant way, relaxing and chatting animatedly, also creating confusion with our cheerful laughs, a factor that I noticed get some look, some curious, others a little disgusted, but that we ignored quietly, thinking only of spending quality time between sisters.
But the mood was marred by a comment that he heard in passing while we were laughing.
- Foreigners, the usual peasant -
He had been told in Korean, but having studied it, it had not escaped my ear.
- The losers are never contradicting what I see - I answered in the same language of the voice that I had heard, turning at the same time with a proud look to see who was that idiot.
I noticed only after it was not a single but a group.
They were Korean, with different physicalities and styles, but there was a certain group cohesion.
I immediately became aware of the brazen look and the air of superiority towards us, a feeling I knew so well that I became disgusted every time.
However, he perceived a visible bit of amazement in realizing that a foreigner had understood their sentence.
- It's not nice to insult people just because they want to spend an evening in joy. Did not they teach you education? - I underlined the last sentence particularly irritated.
In response I got a line of contempt followed by general giggles, typical of groups that feel invincible. I felt a warmth pervading my body, but I decided to maintain a certain savoir-faire. I looked up at the sky and chose not to continue the discussion.
I started to leave but shortly after taking my first steps, I heard again and clearly confirm the previous sentence from the subjects in question. Needless to say, I turned around and gave him a look of fire, but my sister touched my arm and suggested I let it go. He followed her and we moved towards the exit of the location. We focused on a nocturnal walk in this land so fascinating for us. We wanted to enjoy the streets in the moonlight of Seoul.
While we were walking, I still felt anger at what had happened just before, but I forced myself to live this holiday, to the detriment of episodes like that. I did not really want to ruin my mood from a bunch of idiots. I knew the city had a lot to offer me and I wanted to enjoy it to the full.
After all, I thought, I would never see them again.