Today after my first day of training, I walked 15 minutes down the road to open up a local bank account. On my way back, I found myself wandering into Lotte, a store that I assumed to be a supermarket. Well I was right in a sense, because a SUPER market it was. There was a floor of clothes that wound into make-up, a floor of jewelry that wound into electronics, a floor of home goods that wound into “kid land”, and then there was a straight up Costco floor. Seriously. Can you guess which was my favorite?
For those of you that couldn’t guess, it was the Costco floor. It was like every Asian supermarket I have ever been to at home on some major steroids, and I loved every square foot. Produce, peanut butter, dried pork; it was all there sprawled across this warehouse-lke space. There were even girls passing out samples… I was so overwhelmed and wanted to try EVERYTHING, because there is no such thing as too many Chinese snacks. In the end I decided on my favorite puffed rice crackers with icing (sounds weird but actually a delicious staple of my childhood), and some mini pancakes sandwiched together with some sweet bean paste.
I almost went for this one though, because boy do I love my home country of Ameria.
I could have spent days in the whole store just looking at everything, but my arms were getting sore from carrying around my purchases and I eventually tore myself away. In the end, I bought 18 hangers, a massive storage basket, a fork/spoon/knife set, a bag of crackers and a bag of mini pancakes, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a hairbrush… all for $25 US dollars. Thank you Lotte. I’m sure I will be seeing you soon.