Moonlic Cafe (Hwacheon)
Photos and review by Susan Skaza, ETA ’15-’17 City: Hwacheon (화천) Café Name: Moonlic Cafe Address: 강원도, 화천군, 화천읍,상승로 3길 (Sangseung-ro 3 gil, Hwacheon-eup, Hwacheon-gun, Gangwon-do) View Map Food Served: Coffee, Tea, Small Bakery Items Cost: About 4,000 – 5,000 won per drink Directions: Starting at the entrance of 김밥천국 (at the corner of the intersection of Hwacheon’s main street (중앙로) and 상승로, turn left and head straight down 상승로 until you reach 상승로 3길. At the corner of 상승로 and 상승로 3길 there will be a bike store, and another bike store, called “Peace Bike”, across the street. Turn left onto 상승로 3길. Moonlic should be on your left a few paces down the street. (It’s on the same street as the Hwacheon Technical High School and library.) This is perhaps my favorite cafe in Hwacheon. It’s slightly nestled away from the crowds on the main street during the Festival, and provides a comfortable atmosphere to relax with friends. During the summer it’s also a nice cafe to visit because it offers a picnic table and swing, so guests can enjoy their drinks while soaking in the sunlight. The service is quick and friendly, and they almost always provide small complimentary cookies, usually spritz or biscotti, with every drink. If you’re a chocoholic like me and are looking for a decadent chocolate drink, I highly recommend their Dark Chocolate Latte. It’s very rich, so if you’re not a chocolate person you might want to steer clear. While their selection of beverages may not be large, their options are varied and occasionally unique, so everyone can find something to enjoy. I have yet to try something I haven’t liked. Additionally, if you’d like an extra sweet, they frequently sell macaroons – made by the cafe owners – and while I may not be a macaroon person, they were definitely the best macaroons I’d ever had. (Assuming I uploaded the files correctly, the pictures below show the exterior of the cafe, and a strawberry smoothie with complimentary biscotti.)
Army Lessons
by Leanndra Padgett, ETA ’14-’15 When I began learning Korean, little did I expect that I would need to know the sentence, “저는, 군대에서, 군인에게 영어를 가르칠 거예요,” or “I will teach English to soldiers at the army.” But after moving to Hwacheon, a South Korean town close to the northern border, it has become an essential phrase which I have often repeated. The middle school where I teach has an agreement with the military police wherein the middle and high school foreign teachers lead a weekly English class at a local base. In exchange, soldiers tutor our students. Every Thursday, a fellow native English teacher and I walk to the base, which is only about five minutes from my homestay. As we approach the gate, the guards say “Hello!” wave and smile at us before raising the barrier. Then we eat a slightly awkward dinner in the dining hall that is known for quantity over quality. We usually sit at the officials’ table, and the younger guys who we teach are either quite friendly or ignore us completely (usually indicating whether they plan to attend or skip our class that particular week). After eating copious amounts of the rice, greasy fried chicken and kimchi that we have generously been offered, we walk to the conference room that doubles as our classroom. Once the officials clear out, the students make their way in. I have never quite understood how the participant selection process works, but I know that some are there by choice while others are under a type of obligation to attend our class. Different soldiers come each week, but after several months, we have our regulars who keep the visitors and new students on track. There’s Shawn[1. Names have been changed.] who is highly motivated because he will move to Australia soon. He often stays behind after class to ask questions about living abroad. Then there’s Doug, who spoke English while living in the Philippines and has the skills of a native speaker. We rely on him and a couple of others to help translate when our lessons are misunderstood. Others come and go but by now, we have worked with many of the men of this division. Eating army meals, walking through the base and interacting with soldiers gives us, young foreigners teaching soldiers close to our own age, a blurry view of the world of the ROK army. Before Hwacheon, I never envisioned that my time in Korea would include glimpses into such a world, but it has, resulting in unique memories and unexpected lessons. I have been most surprised, not by the discovery that soldiers are just ordinary people, but by the realization that ordinary people are soldiers. South Korea’s compulsory service regulations mean that every Korean man will serve in the army by age 35. While there are career soldiers, many of these men (if not the majority) are just recent high school graduates and college kids fulfilling their national duty. As I consider the danger and solemnity of their roles, I am shaken to think that every one of my rambunctious middle school boys, every one of my adorable male host cousins – every Korean man – will serve in active duty. I understand why my host mom once said that she was happy to have only daughters. While they have various motivations and causes for doing so, all American soldiers choose to enlist. For Korean men, it is a predetermined course; they must join, just as they must attend grade school. This leads to a unique combination of people from all walks of life, many of whom are not individuals that I would peg as soldiers. They are just ordinary people in a situation of conflict, patriotism and camouflage. Even after months of living here, I am still surprised and affected by the mingling of the military world and the Korean Mayberry that is Hwacheon. For instance, one day a few weeks into my grant year, I heard what I assumed was a train roaring by my school, only to wonder how I had missed seeing the train station before. Looking out the school window, past the soccer field and convenience store, I saw tank after tank charging down the main street. It’s just not what I expected in this town with only one traffic light. Then again, I didn’t expect to find a combination stationary and army supply store either. Colorful stickers and notebooks are shelved next to camouflage jackets and army paraphernalia. But no one in Hwacheon seems to question this unlikely combination. Locals know that you have to get to the bus station early on weekends in order to reserve a seat to or from Hwacheon before the soldiers take them all. I have made the rookie mistake of showing up too late and missed my ride because there were so many soldiers going or coming from their weekend vacation. Daily I see mothers, fathers and girlfriends making the most of their beloved soldiers’ time off, as they walk the streets hand in hand. While in no way does the village feel occupied or in conflict, the military presence is strong here. Hwacheon seems to be, not a military town full of ordinary people, but an ordinary town full of the military. Perhaps the most poignant demonstration of this was a moonlight festival that I attended. It was held at an elementary school a few kilometers north of my town, and a few kilometers south of the DMZ. A fellow native English teacher had invited the foreigners in the community to come participate in her school’s festival. There were carnival games, cups of odeng [2. Odeng is a fish cake on a stick, often sold as street or festival food.] and other traditional foods, group aerobics, field day competitions and a concert put on by students and their teachers – who were also soldiers. I had expected to have fun and see something new, but had not anticipated to be