Dude, Where's My Phone?

Part II of our big weekend in Seoul started out with a lost cell phone (we left it in a cab on Saturday night), and as a result most of Sunday was consumed by frantic searching.

We tried everything from "find my iPhone" (which does not work in Korea) to calling the (wrong) cab company forty-five times trying to get someone who spoke English, to having the front desk at our hotel check the surveillance tape to try and find the cab number.

Shopping in Itaewon (which is FABULOUS) isn't quite as fun when you have the knowledge that you're about to have to drop $300 on a new iPhone looming over your head. Fortunately, (for our bank account,  unfortunately for me) it kept my husband from buying me a $250 jacket.

At 5pm, we gave up on the search and started to head home. On a whim, we called the phone one last time, and actually got an answer. After tracking down a random girl who spoke Korean and English, we were able to set up a meeting spot with the cab driver to get the phone back.

Naturally, we felt rich for saving $300, and went straight to the market to buy fake designer earrings.

My first Korean clothing purchase.

Detail

 Fancy earrings

First purse (more to come, I'm sure)

Koreans Are Nice (Also, I Am Sweaty)

Today I decided to take advantage of the balmy 93 degree weather, and ride my bike over to our realtor's office, about two? three? four? (I'm terrible at estimating distance) miles away to pay our rent.

Side Note - the biggest bill here is the 50,000 won bill (worth about $45?), so carrying the rent + deposit money in a big fat envelope kind of makes me feel like a big shot - also, scary.

On the way back, I came across an adorable little coffee shop, and decided to drag my sweaty self in to get an iced coffee.

The lady behind the counter took one look at me, and stage-whispered something to a table of women playing cards. In a half a second, they were all on their feet - one led me to a seat, the second brought me ice-water, while the third dragged over a giant fan to blow on me.

Ah, such service.

Also, embarrassing.

Do Koreans not sweat, or did I just look/smell THAT BAD?