We planned to meet at a Vietnamese noodle restaurant called Pho at 1:05. Well my great direction skills plus the lack of help from my GPS with this new establishment, I was fashionably late.When I finally arrived, there was great conversation awaiting.
We talked about the Korean culture and how it is different from here. It was interesting that the first thing she mentioned was about transportation. She talked of how she was at first very intimidated and nervous about driving everywhere, because back home everyone walked or used public transportation. The conversation wove in and out from street life to holidays to family and relatives. It was fun. We laughed, and shared family anecdotes.
The most interesting part was to see how the waiters treated her. She was clearly the elder of the two of us, and very clearly asian. At first they turned to her for our orders, you could tell they were expecting a lot from her. Yet when her poor english came out, now being able to tell she wasn't Vietnamese or American, they turned to me in hope. Then for the rest of the meal they would turn to me for everything, wouldn't even acknowledge her barely. It was odd, and really sad to see happen honestly.
But by the end of the meal we had a really great time. Shared some tofu fried rice and edamame, and parted ways.
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