Ketchup and Mustard

I bought some garlic franks the other day because I was craving sausages and this country doesn't stock my beloved kielbasa, so I had to settle. The package came with a little bottle of mustard and it didn't say "honey" on it so I thought I was in for a treat. But when I squirted a little dollop on top of my frank I found that it was, in fact, honey mustard. I haven't had a decent taste of yellow, spicy, or dijon mustard since I've gotten here. Honey mustard here, honey mustard there, honey mustard everywhere! I need to remember to pick up some ketchup today. And garbage bags, although I'm not sure where to put them in our new place. I think recycling plastic, paper, and bottles are required by law, or at least everyone just does it. Anyway, I haven't seen the usual designated area for putting the waste. There was a garbage bag just laying out in front of the parking lot, but I feel like that was just a wanderer. The landlord guy said to go out the door and to the left, but that could mean a number of things. There was this big garbage pile maybe a block or two away so maybe we'll just throw it there. Unless I do some exploring and find the actual spot. I get my books today! I couldn't understand if we had to carry all the books to the schools ourselves the first day or not. It was a bit convoluted when the guy was explaining it since English isn't his first language. First he said that we will bring the books, but later another teacher asked if the students will have the books already and he said yes. So I might be carrying a load of books home with me today. I hope that's not the case.

We went to this new restaurant a few days ago, named the Lazy Diner. It proclaimed that they had American food and J is always in search for a good cheap salad so we went in. They had a lot of American paraphanalia decorating the place and it was really nice. J got a breakfast platter that had scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, hotdogs (labeled "sausages"), pancakes, and a salad. The eggs were probably the best scrambled eggs I have ever tasted, but the pancakes looked like someone flatened them with an iron. The owner said they had only been open a few weeks and spoke English really well. J suggested he change his pancakes and that he'd show him how to make them so that's where he is today. Yesterday he was practicing so I feasted on pancakes. Hopefully the place will make it because their food was good and reasonably priced for Western style food. It's always a plus when the owner/waiters speak English. Then you actually know what you're getting. We also found a new gamjatang place that I think is better than Bohara except that they only have gamjatang and no bibimbap. We have to go to Japan again on Saturday. The hotel is right downtown so maybe we'll try some actual Japanese food. So far we haven't really ventured to eat anything too exotic when we've been there. Apparently Fukuoka is known for it's ramen, but Sueun told me that Japanese ramen is really bland compared to Korean ramen. J doesn't really like sushi either so that's off the menu.

I still haven't me the other foreigners in this building. They're right next door, but I never see them. I hear one of them talking to her dogs sometimes, but I'm not about to burst out of my door at that exact moment to introduce myself. That seems weird. I saw the cutest tiniest puppies the other day outside of the subway. I can't believe how small they are! I want to scoop them all up and carry them home with me. I've heard they can be upwards of 500,000won so I guess it's better to get one used.