Understanding each other with wine, sushi, hot Ramen, whiskey and some very smart phones.

Olive has been trading lifestories. She doesn't speak Korean but her phone does. 

A young S. Korean woman just walking into the kitchen wearing only a tiny shirt and panties.

She was very embarrassed to see me and apologized over and over as she backpedaled out of the room. 
Now we are even. When we met this morning, I was only wearing a towel. 
I hope she knows I don't care. 
I'm somewhere between indifferent and slightly amused. 
She came back with some clothes on asking me to help her open a huge bottle of IPA. 
I think she may be the shyest party animal on the block.

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on the Vacay by her damn self.

I just had coffee with an adorable Korean woman that I found in our livingroom this morning. 

Her and her Husband couldn't match up their off time so she is on the Vacay by her damn self.
She is very sweet.

Right now her and Olive are making her some goodies out of essential oils.

I really dig the look on Korean's faces when I greet them in their own language.

It's a look of relief mixed with pure amusement.

Korean is an intimidating language for us "Romanized" language speakers but I'm finding it a very beautiful language that I enjoy wrapping my head around.
Also as a trickster it's clutch to know what everyone is saying.

I been crunching Chinese, Korean and Spanish for the last few months.
Our new friend said she chose Portland because she read in articles that people are weird here and have freedoms to express themselves.
That is a pretty good review in my book.

She bought two boxes of tea from us and is going to bike with us to our gig at Pie Spot Pie shop today at 4. I love doing dignitary duty.

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Brujia trying weed for the first time

Another single serving friendship in the can.
 We just dropped our new friend off at the airport and soon she will be back with her husband in Korea. 

She has been married 2 years and told us she is very independent. 
Married life has made her less independent so she took a solo trip to the USA to get her self-power on. 
She picked Portland-town because she read we are weird here and won't diss her for expressing herself. 
The first few days she took herself out to great food and drinks. 
Then she got to know the clowns better. We hit it off (like we do).
We had a late night together playing cards with my daughter then this morning when I asked her what she planned to do today she said "Go with you I think."
I'm really impressed with her English. 
It's a struggle around the clowns since we use lots of slang, jargon and double speak. 
I was also impressed with her Spanish. Her nickname back home is "Lil Brujia". She has some Latinos in her neighborhood and she said Spanish words as well as I do. 
Last night she asked me to translate her Spanish, Korean name into Scandinavian runes. That was funny. 
L.B. went to our gig with us today, rocked out a bit and enjoyed the shops. 
On the way home I pointed out a pot shop and told her that's where Marijuana is sold. Her eyes lit up. "I wanna try that. I wanna tell my husband I tried that he will be so jealous." 
I was enjoying hearing her say the word Marijuana in perfect Spanish. As long as she kept talking I was happy to share. I rolled a joint and packed a bowl. I forgot she had zero backstory about how to puff out so I lit and handed over the doobie first. 

She sat there drawing on it over and over. She never got the memo that you typically pass it after a few hits.

Then she just sat there puffing and experiencing. 
Finally she passed it over, crushed and more than half over. The pipe was challenging too but she did it up like a champ. 

We were worried that she could have a bad reaction so we were watching her carefully. She was fine. She liked the sensation and we liked that she finally got her political on. After the smoke sesh she was happy to talk about climate, global economy, our two countrys etc. 
We talked so long she was almost late for the plane. We offered to take her to the airport. 

As we got close to the airport she asked for the windows to be rolled down. She wanted to breathe as much clean Portland air as she could before she went home where the air is very contaminated (by China). 
She also wanted to breathe in the last air of her vacation. She said she will never forget us. I asked her to name her children after us. Just then something in the road ahead burst into flames. Smoke was pouring over the road."Stop breathing in Portland. Roll the window back up quick!" Portland is ironic as well as weird. 
Little Brujia showed no adverse effects from the ganja and made it to her gate on time. 
We had a strong goodbye, goodluck to our single serving friend. Before she left she asked if her room was having guests tonight.
Olive "Yep, new single serving friends are already there by now."


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