Barcelona; I wasn’t ready for it.

There is a Ed Sheeran song that has recently come out called Barcelona and I probably listened to it 600 times preparing myself for what I would imagine would be the best time of my life.

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I had been practicing my Spanish and preparing to be thoroughly embarrassed because I knew I was not using the proper Spanish, but a Cuban Spanish.

However, in every place I went to in Barcelona, English was spoken. Which is exciting for those who don’t want to practice a new language. It also offers a lot of help to those who thought they couldn’t go to Spain simply based off a language barrier.

There is so much to see and do in Barcelona that it would almost be impossible to do it all in a weekend. So we stayed longer. And it was fabulous.

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Maybe its because I grew up in America where the country is still a baby compared to the rest of the world, but any building that is over 600 years old fascinates me.

It almost feels like you are back in a different world, walking among the people back then and hearing the ghosts of their stories. You can almost hear the banter of a different time and hear the swooshes of giant dresses flying past you in a hurry to get to wherever people went in the 1300's.

There are incredible cathedrals that are free to explore, or you can pay a couple of euro for a guided tour that leads up steeples and can promise insane views of the whole city.

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One thing that I didn’t know about Barcelona that my friend did was that apparently they have the best clubbing scene in the world.

What you may not know about me is that I am not a clubber. You’re more likely to find me hiking a mountain than hiking my skirt up to get into a dance. BUT if its the best in the world, the its worth checking out.

What I wasn’t ready for was how late everything is in Spain. I had heard rumors of something wonderful called a siesta where everyone naps during the day so that they could eat tapas at 6 then dinner at 9.

When we found out that no one shows up at the clubs until 12, I almost dropped the whole idea.

But we were in Spain. So we ate amazing tapas then went to the room to change into our “club clothes”.

After talking to the host of the hostel we stayed in, we made our way to the club. We showed up at midnight thinking surely that would be late enough and were embarrassed to find that only foreigners were there. We were still early.

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Some guys from Amsterdam started dancing with us, informing me that it was always his dream “to fall in love with a thick American girl” which ironically is not the way to win a girl’s heart. Dani had a guy dance with her to try to get into her purse. So watch out for creepers from every angle. They exist and if you’re dancing, keep your eyes open.

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Because the club scene is supposed to be spectacular, we went to the clubs. Normally I wouldn’t go to a club, and neither would Dani. You’re more likely to see us hitting up a local pub or bookstore. But here we were, full faces of makeup and some cards for free drinks that were given to us on arriving.

So we went. Strangely enough, we recognized all the music. Apparently we had gone to a club that played primarily music that was used in Spanish commercials, and so some of them were English.

Thank you to all those salsa classes I took thinking I would be dancing salsa non stop.

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But if clubbing is your scene, Barcelona is your place. My place will probably be on the coast of the Mediterranean where all the clubs lined up on. It makes a great post-dance walk. And if you’re not done drinking and carrying on, there are men on the beach to sell you anything you could want. As I wanted a bed and maybe some water, they were not helping me.

However, when you (as a traveler) are in a new place, you jump in with the world around you. It might be different and strange and out of your comfort zone. Good. Thats how you find out the best things about yourself.

Go to new places, see the world and join it. Until then, you’re the same person you’ve always been.


Have you ever been to Barcelona?

What was your absolutely favorite part?

 

 

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What to do in Havana Cuba in ONE weekend

Being in Cuba has to be one of the highlights of my life.

This secret world that I have longed for for years I was finally able to explore, and I didn’t do it alone. Sometimes, the greatest adventures are meant to be shared. So, Im going to share it with you.

If you’re in Havana and only for the weekend, here are some things that you MUST do.

As a fellow traveler, I usually check online and read about a place before I decide to hitch my wagon to it (usually..) and I did for Cuba. I read blog posts and news articles and everything seemed fresh and new because the travel ban for Americans to go to Cuba was lifted (#thanksObama)!

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I am a woman who loves lists, so
armed with my pen and a fresh page in my bullet journal, I was ready. I had seen movies about Havana, and especially Havana Vieja (old Havana) and I was dying to see if what they portrayed was true.

Dani (my friend that I went with) and I both had seen Dirty Dancing Havana Nights and  we were excited and expecting to salsa every night!

If going salsa dancing is not on your list, add it. Even if you’re not good, its Havana. You have to salsa in Havana. Salsa.

Speaking of lists, here is mine! Here are the things I did that I think everyone should:

1) Ride in a 1950’s car. They are taxis and it’s a blast!

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They will take you anywhere you want to go in the city, and who hasn’t dreamt of riding in the back of one of these babies since seeing Grease with your mom as a kid? The taxi’s don’t have a timer in their car, so before you hop in to see one of the most iconic cities in this country, make sure you have settled how much you’re going to pay. We didn’t pay over 20 paso for any trip (and the airport is about 40 mins from Old Havana).

2) Go to the Malécon at sunset.

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Because you’re not a idiot, you are well aware that Cuba is an island meaning it is surrounded by water as has some fantastic beaches.

Well, Havana Vieja doest have a beach, it’s more of a boardwalk. But this is where everyone goes at sunset and plays live music and drinks fantastic cuban rum.

If you’re here for sunset, you’re not moving until the sun is gone. Its too beautiful to leave.

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But maybe you get hungry when the sun sets. And as someone who just wants to eat great food and hear amazing stories, I get that.

So Dani and I went to a restaurant called La Presidenté which was right on the Malécon. If I can’t tell you about another restaurant (which I will.. in a different post) this is absolutely one to go to. And order a Mojito with Ropa Vieja. Your world with change.

And SPEAKING of mojitos..

3) Order a Mojito at the rooftop restaurant and bar of the Ambos Mundos hotel.

This was probably the greatest find that Danielle and I made. I think I may have had one

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mojito in my entire life before going to Cuba. And it was probably just a sip of someone else’s. They’re not my go to drink. HOWEVER, it’s the best drink in Cuba because of the homemade rum that is there.

Also, the view is incredible.

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It over looks the bay, and I won’t lie. We went back twice. The birds eye view is everything.

4) Go Salsa Dancing!

Like I said, it absolutely should be on your list. It was on mine, and we wanted to go to Casa de la musica, but it was closed for renovation. That is where they danced in dirty dancing. Instead we went to hotel Florita and danced to our hearts content and sweat through our outfits… You didn’t need to know.. but its true
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img_6380Wonderfully enough, Dani and I found excellent dancing partners who taught us the moves. Danielle, being much more fabulous than I, had done salsa before. Unfortunately for Alfredo, my salsa partner, I was not at the same level.

But the best part of being in a new place with wonderful people is that  they will teach you what they know.

 If you can’t dance, go out any way. Get yourself a mojito and head out to make yourself some memories. You (most likely) won’t regret it.

5) Have a daiquiri at La Florita

Ever heard of Earnest Hemingway? He’s just one of the greatest authors of all time who also happened to fall in love with Cuba. He moved there and wrote a book called “The haves and the have nots” about a man in Cuba.

 hemingway-at-the-bar2He is quoted saying La Florita makes the worlds best daiquiri and should look “like the sea where the wave falls away from the bow of a ship when she is doing thirty knots.”

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There is now a statue of him on his favorite bar stool spot for you to take a picture with, which is exactly what I did.

The Hemingway daiquiri is the most expensive drink I had in Havana but because its Earnest Hemingway I gladly put down the 6 pesos. And it was incredible. He CLEARLY knew what he was talking about.

6) Cigar smoker? Cuba has it for you!

Im not actually a smoker at all. Danielle is and she knows that you can’t beat a cuban cigar from Cuba. There is a whole story in getting the cigars that I will share later. For now, I will say that going to one of the bigger hotels to buy your cigar is a fabulous idea. They will have lots of variety of cigars and they will sell you just one (if you just wanted to try it without getting an entire box). Thankfully we did that.. because Cigar smoking is not for me.

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It should be noted; there is a way to smoke and a way not to. I am now very aware how not to smoke. But, when in Cuba.

7) Hang out with the locals!

This should go without saying, but in a new place you absolutely should meet the people who live there. There is beauty in going to a place you don’t know and finding yourself and friends and passion.
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Dani and I were a little nervous about the lack of Spanish that we knew going into Cuba, but luckily, a lot of the Cubans we met spoke broken English. And that combined with the Spanish we knew, we were able to talk to everyone we wanted to without a problem. It also helped that we spoke about 60% Spanish together. Meaning.. I can speak about 30% of Spanish, but Dani knew the other 30%!

8) See a Museum

Maybe you’re not a history buff or care to read about how people lived back in the day, but here you’re going to want to jump in that people group. Dani and I went to two different museums. Both were old homes- and by homes I mean palaces.

Because Cuba has been closed to America, it has been this wonderful secret that I didn’t know much about. Seeing their history helped me to fall in love with the people and the culture (not that I needed help).

If you only have a short time to be in Cuba, go to Havana Vieja. You will not be disappointed.

There are some things that I would let you know now that I have been.

  • Pack toilet paper and take it with you. Some bathrooms don’t have it, and the ones that do will charge you for it.
  • Download the map.me app. This is an offline map and it saved us more than once.
  • Take a nap. Don’t try to do it all, relax a bit. Take a siesta and go out for more after!
  • Most places will accept euros. They will charge extra for american dollars, but the euro and peso are 1 for 1, so the math is easy.
  • Try foods you can’t pronounce because they are delicious. But if you need a safe bet, papas fritas are french fries.

Here are some Spanish phrases that you will use, so practice:

How much is that -Cuánto cuesta 
Thank you - Gracias
Where is the bathroom - Donde estas le bano
I love your country - Me gusta tu pais
Take me to the Airport - llevame a El aeropuerto

Have fun practicing! If you’ve been to Cuba, what did you get to see and do? Are you planning a trip? Do you want someone to come with you? Im in.

Caio!

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A Pirates Life for Me

Every city around the world has that one thing that they are famous for. For New York, its broadway. For Chicago, its their wind (or comedy shows). For Philadelphia its their cheesesteaks, and their direct attachment to America’s history.

But for Tampa, its Gasparilla.

It loosely looks like New Orleans Mardi Gras, but with swash buckling pirates invading the town.  The whole town shows up dressed as pirates towing their red wagons decorated as Pirate ships and have their hands ready to catch as many bead necklaces as humanly possible.

The parade is based off of the life of Spanish pirate Jose Gaspar, who as the legend says was a naval officer in Spain before he ran away to piracy in the late 1700s. As it goes, Jose Gaspar traveled along Florida’s coast and dropped his treasure around the peninsula before nearly being captured by the East India Trading company that was hunting pirates.

In every legend, Jose Gaspar is captured but takes his own life shouting:

Gasparilla dies by his own hand, not the enemy’s!

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Now, there is a parade which honors his invasion into Tampa that is celebrated every year. This Gasparilla Parade is one of the biggest turn outs for the city of South Tampa. Everyone lines the streets of Bayshore and eagerly waits for parade floats of different pirate crews make their way downtown, as they have every year since 1901.

Processed with VSCOcam with f2 presetThis adorable tradition also includes a pirate crew taking their boat (float) downtown to kidnap the local mayor at the time until he gives them the key to the city. If you have never been to an invasion, it is absolutely a sight.

You will follow the pirate crew of Gaspar around downtown until they land in the center of a park (which has already been set up for the skit) and either side with the pirates, which is encouraged, or with the mayor.

Each year the skit is played out a little differently, but each year the Pirates ask for the key and the Mayor at the time (this year Bob Buckhorn) says no.

Then a battle is waged or the Mayor is kidnapped until the invasion a few days later.

The invasion is when anyone and everyone who has a boat will sail together into the bay following the Gasparilla ship through the water. This is Tampa’s big event and among the other events that take place with the Gasparilla season; the parade is the most attended.

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This is Tampa’s big event and among the other events that take place with the Gasparilla season;

the Gasparilla parade is the most attended.

And, because I am allowed to give my biased opinion, its the most fun!

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People will build crazy large and intense floats to throw out beads and coins, and anything that could be considered pirate treasure and the goal is to catch it. Because who doesn’t want treasure?img_6020

If you are ever in Tampa around Gasparilla time, make sure you dress up like a pirate and head to the parade. You’ll fit in immediately.

So, go to Tampa. Its an incredible little city that has sports teams galore, amazing restaurants that are home grown, but most important; you’re gonna find pirates. And you might even meet the Mayor.

Be prepared if you go to the Gasparilla parade (and not the childrens parade) it is adult. Basically its an excuse to get drunk with your friends and collect the most pirate booty you can. If you're not about that life, you've been warned.

 

 

 

An Island state of mind

There are tons of Islands on this planet we live on. Theoretically every place could be considered an island. However, when I think of islands I will usually think of the ones right off the coast of Florida. Its possible thats because I grew up in florida and Im conceited.

So, when we decided where to go next, the Bahamas were an easy choice. There are over 200 small islands that make up the country of the Bahamas and each island has its own pros and cons. If you have never been to the Bahamas, its a fantastic experience. I remember going when I was 20 to Nassau (the capital) to work at an aids camp called All Saints.

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Making cement for the houses

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Hanging out with a local,      Mr Jeorge. 

I didn’t know anything about the island when I went. I just wanted to help people. I knew something about a giant hotel that people went to, but other than that, I knew nothing. When we went I fell in love with the people and the fantastic culture. I had to come back.

So 7 years later, when an option to go back to the Bahamas came up, I jumped at the opportunity. I haven’t met a ton of impulsive people, but the girls who went with me were up for anything. And those are the type of people you should travel with.

The island that was our choice is called Man-O-War Cay (pronounced key) and was about 2 miles long and half a mile wide. So, if you’re looking for an island to feel like a private place this is the one for you.

We landed in the Abbaco islands and took a ferry to our island. Its these moments that I know I am created to be on a boat. You can feel the salty air and the cold water spraying and its hard to think this is just public transportation. But if you’re in paradise, even public transportation will feel like it. 

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Although the Bahamas are not the cheapest place to travel, there are easy ways to cut costs. For example, its very easy to become friends with the locals and see what they are up to. We were able to hop on someones boat and go Conching. THIS! This was my absolutely favorite. We were also able to catch conch and ate that for dinner. So there goes your $15 you would have spent on a dinner. IMG_4956.jpg

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And you get to keep the shell that the Conch is in! Which is also saving you money that you would never see me spend at a tourist store.

*Pro Tip*

IF you’re looking to go Conching and you’re not a fisherman (hello me), you know you are getting the correct size if the flat part of the shell starts to get flatter like a fan.

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I wholeheartedly believe in doing whatever the locals are doing. I will never fly to a new place to be the same person I am back home. So when Scott, the man who owned the boat, was teaching us how to take the conch out of the shell, I jumped in it. There is a part of the shell that the conch holds on to that you will hit with a knife, making a hole in the shell. Then you scrape the conch out using a butter knife and scraping against the hole you just cut. IMG_4917.jpg

Its a bit of a process to remove, but once the conch is out you can eat it right away. Im sure I have never had fresher seafood.

IMG_4928.jpg  If you have never seen Conch before (in our out of its shell) it is the weirdest thing I have ever seen. I have seen snails in their shells and I have had conch fritters, but watching the conch from the back of the boat FREAKED me out.

The conch has what the locals call a foot which basically looks like an awkwardly long nail of claw coming out of a slug type thing.

It will extend this part of its body to move across the ocean floor or the back of the boat, where ever it happens to be. No one eats the claw but the meat around it is completely edible, though not usually eaten in restaurants. If you catch it, its fair game. And feels like you’re eating a carrot because its so thick.

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I think any time on the water is the best time, but if you get a chance to catch your own dinner then its incredible. And now that I know what I'm looking for, I cannot wait to get back into the water to catch more. Until then, I think Im having conch fritters for dinner tonight.

Soon I will post a recipe for making conch fritters. Stay tuned because I think the Bahamas has a lot more to offer than justIMG_5760.JPGconch. Conch just happens to be the thing the Bahamas are known for. That and goombay juice. Which will pair with conch very nicely.

Fun Fact: Goombay punch can only be bought in the Bahamas and doesn’t have a flavor. It tastes different to every person. For me, its a weird pineapple bubble gum. And its delicious.

If it’s Ice Cream, I’m in.

Growing up in my house, ice cream was sacred. We had more rules about ice cream than anything else:

  • Its not a real date if you don’t have ice cream
  • Every day must end in ice cream
  • You cannot have the last scoop of ice cream without buying more
  • Before you eat your ice cream, make sure dad has a bowl
  • You should never have ice cream long enough for it to melt
  • FroYo is not ice cream

You get the point. Its very important to me. And so when a new Ice Cream place opened up down the street from me, I had to check it out. Especially since I had seen videos of it being made in Thailand and going viral from there.

There are some things you see online that you just want to be apart of. An ice cream revival? And in Thailand?! I’m absolutely in.

This time, I didn’t have to go that far. Lucky for me I live in an area that has a pretty large Asian influence, and the east asian style ice cream came to me!

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They can also mix in your favorite toppings like brownies, Nutella, banana, strawberries, or Oreos. I went for Lychee, which is one of my favorite fruits.

Then comes the fun part. This is really the part that you are paying for. After the flattened cream has hardened on the pan, it is then scraped into rolls of ice cream! Its incredible.

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I am sure there is a scientific answer as to why ice cream is better in rolls, I just don’t know it. Or perhaps ice cream is just better when the flavor is Thai Tea.

So, this rolled ice cream, or stir fried ice cream is all the rage. And its not hard to see why. But tasting, that’s my real reason for trying it. I am naturally drawn to any place that has ice cream, but if you are adding lychee I would gladly hand over all my cash.

The only real draw back is how fast its over. So if you’re going to get this delicious snack, take a friend who can’t finish theirs. But really, do those friends exist? img_4755

Side note; no one in the shop was Thai, but because this craze started in Thailand, heres how to say thank you in Thai! (Its a beautiful language to look at, but I still can’t read it very well. )

ขอขอบคุณ  It’s pronounced- kap-coon-kah (if you’re a lady)

-kap-coon-kap (if you’re a gentleman)

So, kòp kun, and get yourself some ice cream! Its absolutely time!

Two Minutes Too Late.

I had a stupendous weekend in New York City. If you only have 48 hours to spend in any city, this will always be my recommendation. But this isn’t a post about New York. It is an honest account of what it can look like to travel alone.

Shall I regale you with the story of trying to get home? Prepare yourself, because it teeters on the dramatic side. 

The f train (accurately named), which is the only train to take out of east side without a 1.5 mile walk, was running slow. And by slow I mean 20 minutes late. That’s okay. It eventually came and I jumped on, squeezing between the packaged commuters. I was able to jump off at the correct station and got turned around looking for Penn Station. Luckily I have a great sense of direction and only got lost twice.

It got crazy on the train from the beautiful city of New York to the now known clingy city of New Jersey.

I hopped on another full train to cross the water into the unknown that would bring me to the holy land (or the airport). After buying another bus pass to get to the airport I shoved into yet another train. My love for trains had not been diminished, but was wearing thin..

It was only when I got to the security line when I felt the pressure for time. Half an hour and three times through the medal detector later, I was informed that I was at the wrong gate!! (It was not mentioned before but I was told which gate to go to by a horrific liar!)

In order to get to my gate I must traverse by bus to the correct part of the airport. Like most bus drivers I have come in contact with, this man was not pressed for time. He had no problem taking his time and driving possibly slower than a broken car without a wheel.

I could feel myself start to lose it.

I was breaking down just a bit as I watched the minutes tick by. It was 3:14. One minute before the doors closed. He pulled up and threaten a broken door by waiting to let me out. I jumped out and booked it to my gate. I was so close!! I ran the handicap ramp with shocking grace, only running into the wall once. And then, I saw it! It was beautiful, but there was no time to gaze in wonderment. I ran, full force toward gate B41. I showed my ticket to the lady at the gate fully believing I had made it.

“The doors just closed, mam. We have given away your seat.” 

I missed it. I had failed.

I would never get home and I would be stuck in Jersey for the rest of my life.

I collapsed on the ground tears flowing full force.

There are moments in your life that are beautiful, and there are moments when you are hysterically crying in an airport in Newerk.

This was that day.

After, I kid you not, a full 4 minutes of crying on the floor, I was told that it’s possible to get on the next flight. Still sobbing, I tried to regain any pride I had left and got into a unmoving line for option b. I was unable to control my emotions. It was as if I hadn’t cried in years and this was the moment that I broke.

A young (attractive) man came up to me. He must have been concerned about my mental health because he calmly said “you should probably breath so you don’t pass out”.

It was then I realized I was hyperventilating. Luckily, like most extroverts, talking to someone calmed me. It was possibly to process rational thought again. Of course I wouldn’t be trapped in New Jersey. There would be tons of flights and it was absolutely possible to get on one of them. He said he was a medic and that’s when I knew (though anyone could have guess before) that I was being dramatic.

So, after a few more sobs and a conversation with the ticket booth ladies, I was put on standby for the next flight 3 hours from then.

Most of the time I love airports. They are a place where everyone can be from different worlds but its equal playing ground. Everyone is traveling. Everyone is the same.

Layovers can be fun, but unexpected layovers in a clingy city that wants you to stay there forever, those are best handled with an exorbitant amount of French fries.

So, moral of the story is, never take the F train, and if all else fails, Irish Nachos. (Google Irish Nachos and enjoy your life being changed)

Becoming Korean

 

One of my favorite people introduced me to Korean Dramas.

IMG_5910.jpgShockingly she is from Malaysia not Korea, but none the less we bonded over Korean Dramas. In fact, we watched so many of them that we were able to speak some Korean to each other. It was never good, but we tried.

So on a recent trip to New York I stumbled across the promise land. I had been dreaming of going to Sheol since watching Boys Over Flowers. And coming out of the subway station we were landed right in the middle of KoreaTown. ChinaTown I had heard of, but KoreaTown? I didn’t know such a place existed! I was elated and we ran to the first Korean Barbecue restaurant we could find.

It was not my first time having the delicious Asian cuisine, but it was magical even so.

I had watched countless groupings of my now favorite Korean Actors eating their weight in the barbecue that seemed to be in every restaurant in Korea. I watched them drink soju (which is the most famous alcohol in Korean and an absolute must if you’re having Korean barbecue) and wondered what it would taste like.

We didn’t order any because it was a bit out of our price range, but I have been told that there are certain rules that go along with drinking soju. When I finally have some, I will share the rules and history behind it.

I thought I would have to buy a ticket to Sheol to try any of this, which I was more than willing to do.

But here, on a random subway stop on 6th and Broadway my dreams came true.

We walked into the restaurant out of the freezing cold and got seated at a table with a golden pole above it. My friend and I were the only two white people in the whole place 15283935_10154580690735470_5376157459553142837_nand it was perfect.

We sat down and looked at the menu. In all of my studying (by that I obviously mean watching Korean television) I only recognized 3 dishes.

Being the bold adventurous types that we are, we just smiled and pointed. We had full faith that any Asian food we eat would be perfect and delicious.

After about two minutes of the fantastic wait-staff telling us what their favorites were, our table was full of kimchi and beans and soy beans and what we thought was salsa. The only other Korean Barbecue I had been to was in Chiang Mai in Thailand and it was buffet style. This was much more classy.

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If you have never had Korean Barbecue, the most important thing you need to know is that you will cook the food on the table you’re sitting at. If you don’t do cook it on your table its not real Korean Barbecue.

If you are wondering what a safe thing to order because sometimes the menu can be overwhelming with foods you don't know; order the duck. Always 
order the duck. I don't know how or why, but I have never gone to an asian restaurant and had bad duck. Its impossible I believe.

Before you think that you use the chopsticks to eat such incredible food, lets talk about this. There is a particular way to eat Korean Barbecue or Korean ssam style. This means you’re eating with your hands, so make sure you wash up. At a fancy Korean restaurant they will provide hot towels for you.  Then there will be a bed of lettuce on your table and this is what you’re piling up the deliciousness on.

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On the table there will be numerous things like bean sprouts,  kimchi, a green onion salad mung bean jelly, braised beans (which I ate in their entirety.. sorry Marissa..) grilled zucchini and squash. There are also sauces and vegetables and seeds and garlic and all types of things to add to your lettuce wrap. Once you have put everything you want on it, you eat it in one bite. That might change the amount of ingredients that you put in.

It is probably one of my favorite dishes to eat AND you get to prepare it yourself which is really cool. If you have never had any food from Korea, let me be the first to tell you to try the braised duck. And if you’re in New York, go to Miss Korea Barbecue. They impressed me and I’ve been dreaming about Korean food for two years now.

But don’t let me be the one to tell you. Find a Korean Barbecue restaurant near you and try it for yourself.

Here are some Korean words to practice before you go in.
  • Hello: annyeonghaseyo [sounds like an-young-ha-say-oh]
  • Thank you: kamsahamnida [sounds like calm-sa-ham-ne-da]

Luckily most places in the states will speak English and are very helpful.

I whole heartedly believe in eating the food of other cultures because even if you can’t speak the language, the food is universal.