My mom just gave me the low down on her recent trip to Korea. I'm laughing so hard, it's hard to type.
It appears that, although they do have a shower in their home, the people she stayed with prefer to bathe at the public bathhouse. Every day. Like, 50 naked Korean woman and my could-have-been-a-nun mother.
As a special 'treat,' her hosts got her a massage which consisted of being rubbed down by a naked massage therapist while she lay on a table that had a loofah-like material on it to keep her from sliding off. Have I mentioned my mom is a tad portly?
This image alone makes me cry tears of joy.
She had to sleep on some sort of barely-there mattress over wooden boards. This is not even to mention the food, like the still-pulsing fresh god-knows-what-from-the-sea item that flew from her chopstick and started crawling up her shirt.
I emailed my sister-in-law about the visit, and she said, 'Yes. My parents spoiled your mother, I think.' Couldn't tell if she was being facetious.
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