All things korea

I've always considered myself a relatively outdoorsy person. You know, the kind who enjoys a brisk walk to the coffee shop, or occasionally remembers to water their desk plant. But my friends, nothing, and I mean nothing, prepares you for the sheer, unadulterated, laugh-out-loud majesty (and subsequent personal humiliation) of PyeongChang. You think you've seen mountains? Bless your sweet, naïve heart. PyeongChang isn't just in the mountains; it is the mountains. It's the Korean Alps, and when I first arrived, I swear the peaks themselves were doing a slow clap, waiting to see just how quickly my city-softened physique would buckle. This isn't just about a pretty view; this is about a landscape that demands respect, and sometimes, a little comedic fumbling on your part. My initial mental image of PyeongChang was, I admit, largely formed by shiny Olympic commercials featuring impossibly graceful athletes soaring through pristine snow. My reality, however, was less ...