Dirty, dirty streets of Korea...

"Wow, I really like your shoes," said my boss as we were on our way into the restaurant for lunch. She was admiring my red slipper-style beach shoes. "Where did you get them?"

"Vietnam. They were only $3."

"So cheap!"

"Yes, and real silk, too."

***

William and I are walking home from work later. All of a sudden, I'm not in my right shoe anymore.

They're broken. I was in shock. Last time shoes broke on me in Korea, I was wearing socks, so it wasn't a big deal. After suggesting I tie them up with string we found on the road, William tolerated my walking home with only one foot shod.

I would not recommend walking barefoot to anyone in Korea. Ever.

After less than ten minutes. It took me longer to wash off my foot than it did to walk home.