Busan Vacation day 4

Day 4:

Psychic refrigerators.  Unlike other blog entries where I try to set a theme or some type of image that I want to go through the whole entry, this is just an amusing story that will be over well before the end of this entry.  So one more time, psychic refrigerators. 

So here we are at the end of the day back in our apartment in Seoul and it is amazing to me that everything that I am thinking about happened today.  When we woke up this morning, we enjoyed some lovely room service that I had secured the night before.  Rachel enjoyed some toast and cereal, while I had a bowl of beef bone soup and rice.  We were out the door a few hours later and on the train to Onchujung.  Our goal was a famous spa that was just off of the local mountain.  Looking at those hills made me long for hiking.  Several times in the past I had many adventures on those peaks (I even got lost more than once, but I saw some amazing things along the way). 

Oh the Psychic refrigerator!  So when we checked out of the motel this morning the desk clerk somehow knew that I had drank a beer from the mini fridge the night before.  Now the cleaning lady had not been there and I had not left the room since drinking said beer.  My only conclusion that makes any sense to me is that the refrigerator must be psychic.  It watched me take a beer out of its secure place and telepathically warned the desk clerk to charge me the appropriate amount of money when we checked out.  Because the lady at the desk clearly KNEW that I had had a beer last night from the mini fridge.  Scary.  

Anywho the spa… this place was massive.  There was an air of class about the whole place and a little decadence as well (I approve).  Now the common room was nothing impressive, nor were the hot pots.  What was impressive were the baths.  This place had a massive room that had every kind of water that you could think of.  Salt baths, milk water baths, outdoor baths, and even grotto pools with a TV.  A few interesting things were the tile chairs that had water running down them, the sleeping pools, where your head is positioned out of the water to the point where you could probably sleep there.  One that was a personal favorite of mine was the waterfall shower.  Here the water pours down with a great deal of force.  It honestly felt as though the water was massaging me as well as getting me wet.  The other was this shower outside the salt baths that shot water from many directions.  Overall I approved greatly. 

After the spa we hoped the subway to the train station, and after a rather disappointing lunch we were on our way.  It was a quick ride and before we knew it the vacation was over.  Overall, I have no regrets.  There were some down moments, but also several good ones.  I miss Busan already.  I miss living there.  Even now, sitting here at my computer, my belly filled with chicken and beer (it was the only place open this late) I want to go back.  I suppose the one thing that I am taking away the most from this trip is a renewed vigor to make my way back to my old city. 

Anywho, we have one day for laundry and so on and so forth left before it is back to the grindstone and neither of us want that.  But meh…what can you do.