While walking along the river in Yatap, I stopped to watch this grandmother and grandson feed the ducks. I felt that this outing must be a tradition for the two, and I thought about how many other families around the world do the exact same thing. A beautiful fall day by the water, the patient grandmother, and the boy who alternated between tossing bits of bread to the ducks and trying to hit the ducks with the bread- it could have been any family and any part of the world. It’s such a simple, timeless activity. Though I love Korea for its differences, it is the similarities, these small moments like feeding the ducks, that make me feel most at home.