I woke up with shaggy hair and a knot in my stomach, hunger was calling me. The area was impregnated with a very pleasant sweet smell, it was really a good way to be woken up.
I sat on the bed, thinking about the night before. The reconnaissance of the city had been very funny, we had discovered how magical it was. We had enjoyed the excellent food and the emotions that this fascinating city had to offer. We had lost track of time, coming home very late. But basically this was the spirit of the holidays, right?
I really needed these positive vibrations.
With these happy thoughts I decided to stop lazing and going down to keep my sister company, since I had noticed that she had already woken up.
I got out of bed, adjusting my pajamas, or rather the tank top, since I did not feel the need to cover myself too much because of the temperatures. After all we were just women around so I could also be more uninhibited than usual.
I quickly went downstairs, reaching the kitchen. My sister was sitting on the chair, with a fantastic view of inviting pastries in front of her, two glasses of orange juice and two cappuccinos. We had not spared, but on the other hand we wanted to fully enjoy this holiday.
Between one bite and another to the croissants, we organized the program of the day, establishing that we would go in avan discovery of Seoul and its secret places.
We happily ended up eating and started getting ready. I opted for a skirt with flamingos and a black simple tank top, obviously combined with my low shoes of confidence.
My little nipponic girl chose a sailor-style overalls, which was particularly comfortable with her heart sneakers.
Taken out handbags and technological devices, we left the house, ready to fully live the day ahead of us.
The streets were already crowded, but then we were in a world-famous metropolis, it was more than obvious that there was an influx of the kind of people. Everything was so new to us. I enjoyed learning about new cultures so much, it was great. Among these thoughts passed pleasantly a few hours, in which we deepened our knowledge of the place.
It was afternoon and there was a certain languor. We decided to go and put a little something under our teeth, fortunately finding a nice bar a few steps from where we were.
It seemed very elegant but keeping that young air, that produced a perfect mix.
In addition there was an inebriating scent of sweetness that encouraged you even more to stay inside. A boy with a dazzling smile and kind manner greeted us. He took our orders and then we went to sit at a table near an imposing window. You could admire a glimpse of the beauty of the city.
- These foreigners you find them everywhere - the same voice of the day before with the same arrogant tone. My positive vibrations had suddenly become negative. I decided not to turn towards the direction from which this noise came, and pretending to be nothing, I continued to chat with my sister.
- Foreign and also deaf. The winning combination - the voice repeated.
- What the fuck are you got? - my finesse had totally disappeared.
He looked at me a little dumbfounded by the aggressiveness of my tone and burst into a roar of laughter followed closely by his fellow snacks.
I watched them one by one. They had typical Asian traits, but differed from each other. They had different looks and styles, their clothing could not be more variegated, there was the most fashionista, passing through the more sporty one, up to the simplest but with attention to detail. However they had a common line, together they formed a sort of balance.
In my mind flashed the thought that it was really a pity that the boys who most likely seemed to have something to offer, were at the bottom of the idiots who opened their mouth to say nonsense things. It was really a pity, but I could not do anything about it. I hated the small groups of bullies like this, from the bottom of my heart, but I was on vacation and even though I had altered, I forced myself to ignore them. I wanted to leave some bad negative energy away from me. I wanted to have pleasant memories of this stay.
With the corner of my eye I saw them get up and throw a last prig look, they left the bar with my great relief.
- I thought I would not be stuck in certain balls like that. I was hoping to have overcome certain situations - I said, laughing.
- The mother of the stupid is always pregnant, remember - said my sister giggling.
And apparently they were always on our way.