Korea in the spring. Thai food. Short sleeves and sandals. A gentle stroll around the lake. A bench to watch the sun as it slipped behind the mountains. The sound of a street busker who set up a small concert at the edge of the lake, strumming his guitar and singing his heart out. The last of the blossoms clinging to branches and swirling around us like tiny butterflies. Sipping on local craft beers in an indoor/outdoor bar. Continue Reading