Sheetal Di's Birthday

Date - 29/08/2017

Our first morning in Korea began with our friend's birthday. Sheetal is a part of our Student Exchange group from India alongwith Avinash, Anamika and Varsha.

We wished her Happy Birthday in the midnight. Since we had nothing else we celebrated her birthday with a little of the snacks like chocolate and namkeen that we had in our room.

Sujin took us to a bank, first thing in the morning so that we could exchange our money into Korean currency. Then we went us to a bakery where we bought a cake for Sheetal.

Then after doing our shopping we celebrated her Birthday with Sujin. The cake was delicious and I loved it. It was the tastiest cake I ever had.

It was a new thing for Sujin to watch when we put a bit of the cream and cake on Sheetal's face. She was like people in your country don't mind it.

There are so many differences in the culture and lifestyle of India and Korea. One thing I really like about people in this country and feel good about is they don't care much about the clothes that someone else is wearing.

In India, especially the northern part we care a little too much about everyone's clothes and we are also very conscious about it.

There are a lot of things in this country one can learn. But the best part is that Korean people are really helpful and friendly.

We were clicking a selfie and a Professor was just crossing by and he voluntarily offered to click a group photo. Then we also asked him to take a photograph with us. He was very happy and he even come back to get the pictures.

Another thing we realised is most of the people can recognise us with our appearnce that we are Indians.

There is a bit of language peoblem since not many people speak English here and we don't know Korean. But I am really enjoying this experience.

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