A short story that happened today was a fun and yet a tiring one. We were on a search for Bukchon Hanok village to rent some hanbok cloths to wear. We got lost and could not read any Korean at all. we just started wandering around and finally asked someone where it was, he said " it was this huge area we were in", and we were so confused, but he gave us the directions to the shop. As we started walking again, asked another group of people to where it was, and they guided us half way and were we able to find the shop. In the end, it was hard to navigate around without knowing the Korean language, but in the end it was worth it.
