GeorginaS said:
That looks like a wonderful trip, Sylas. I'm particularly stunned, though, by your "light lunch". Really? That's lunch for two people?
Three, actually. A friend was with us and he took the photo. Dad is looking a trifle depressed because he doesn't like seafood much; and it figures prominently. There is rather a lot -- but perhaps not as much as you think, as there are lots of small dishes. But there were leftovers.
BTW... here is some relevant biographical context.
I was born in Pusan, South Korea, in 1959. My parents were there as missionaries at the time, with the Australian Presbyterian mission. Mum was there first, and then came back to Australia to marry Dad, and then the two of them returned in 1957. I arrived two years later, and my brother two years after that.
Dad taught in the theological seminary in Pusan. We had 18 months furlough in 1965 or so, and then returned to Australia permanently at the end of 1968. So I had my early childhood there and still have plenty of memories. But I never returned... until this year.
Dad had been invited back, and I had some free time to accompany him. Originally I hoped Mum might come as well, but her health and eyesight, are indifferent and she decided not to come. But she was delighted to think I was going to return with Dad, and we kept her well informed of the whole trip so she shared the experience with us. Originally we were going to be traveling with another missionary from those years, but he had to pull out, so it was just Dad and I on the trip -- and that in itself was a wonderful experience. A chance to spend plenty of quality time with Dad, and learn more about the work he did in Korea, and to revisit our old home together. It was a very special experience for us both.
I am no longer a Christian; I lost my faith at age about 25. However, Dad and I have always been able to talk together about belief and disbelief with mutual respect. Both of us are bookworms, and we often share reading notes and exchange books. This is one way I keep up my theological reading, despite being no longer a believer. Dad has a new book on the go almost every week, which keeps me busy.
My unbelief, however, was potentially awkward in Korea when meeting up with various church folks. We decided to take the easy way out. I would keep my theological discussions limited to what I could explain in Korean. Since this is limited to "Hello" and "Thank you" and "Where is the toilet please", plus a couple of other similar phrases, the issue is neatly bypassed. I've never had any animus against the church or Christian belief, so the affection and empathy I have with believers is real. I don't happen to share the beliefs or retain membership, and I'm happy to talk about that with people usually, but I don't go out of my way to get into discussions except where discussion is expected.
Dad's Korean is still pretty good; though a bit rusty. He preached a number of times on the trip -- always the same sermon, which he has been practicing for months. He also gave a lecture at a seminary -- same lecture twice -- which he also practiced for months. Dad has been back a couple of times since 1968, with Mum. This was the first time he returned with me.
Cheers -- sylas