Year Two, Week Eight – Jessica


When I was in high school, my dad took me to London.  It was my first trip outside of the US.  Well, it was my first trip outside the US unless you count trip to Mexico my parents took when I was in utero.  No?  Fine.  It was my first experience with serious jet lag, so I can’t say that I have a whole lot of detailed memories about the trip.  I do remember the smell and taste of chestnuts though.  When I saw chestnuts being sold on the street here, I realized I had thought that chestnuts were ONLY sold in England.  I had never seen them anywhere else.  My small little world expanded.

As winter sets in, chestnut carts/stands/grills start popping up.  I saw these women this week, outside of the Anguk subway stop, sandwiched between a scarf vendor and a vegetable pancake vendor.  They chatted and giggled as they worked, as ajummas tend to do.  The smell was heavenly and I got to take a little trip down memory lane.

  • Gramps - Jessi! I remember that trip! Do you remember our LITTLE pink hotel room? And wandering around at 1am and running into Buckingham Palace? Did you know that on the subway I was TOTALLY lost and had I not been 100 per cent deferential to you we’d still be there??? And do you remember the Tower and bridge and Westminster Abby? Oh, that was so cool. (However, I don’t think my back has recovered yet from being cramped in the back of that DC-10!) When I come to Seoul lets do chestnuts together!ReplyCancel

  • Amber - I thought they were only sold in Spain!ReplyCancel

  • Jessica - Funny that we have the song “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire,” but haven’t seen them in the US.ReplyCancel