I know you’re tired…it feels like we’ve been walking for days.

(Ha!…I crack me up.)

The entrance to that restaurant is down here.

[If you're just now tuning in, you can catch up with on our our walk: read part 1, part 2 & part 3]

In May, that little doorway was covered with the most beautiful little red climbing roses…they were everywhere.

And as many times as I’ve walked past this restaurant, I’ve never actually seen anyone eating there.

But the door’s always wide open.

Just down here around the backside is the staircase to the roof-top seating area.

Because land is such a premium around here, every Korean building – house, home or otherwise all have rooftop lounging areas.

You  can see it better if we walk just a little bit further & look back.

There’s something about this view that I like the most.

I think it’s the faded green paint on the sign, the Korean lettering & the missing 2nd R in restaurant.

One of these days I’m going to try painting it…maybe I’ll do up a bunch of them & make them my Christmas cards this year.

See?…Almost home.

That’s us…the duplex somewhere in the middle.

Did I show you the peas or beans they’ve got growing up this side of the binjo ditch?

Maggie keeps trying to nip at them. But the last thing we need is for some farmer to catch my big Moo-Cow grazing on their crops.

Keep it in the middle, Moo.

Looks like the sun is just about to set for good.

Those are Mr. Hermit’s fields. And I think that graveyard is his, too…

(Ok, that didn’t sound quite right. Let me re-phrase that.)

There’s a small cemetery just behind his fields that I think must be the family plot.

See the headstone over there?…

Ok – weird, but true fact about me…

I have this weird fascination with graveyards…not the creepy, vampire wannabe, goth-girl kind of fascination…

…just more of a historical interest kinda thing.

When I was in high school I went on a summer vacation with a friend & her family to Colorado. We camped all through the mountains, explored deserted old mining towns and wandered through their old cemetaries. Back then, which was the mid to late 1800′s I think, they put the cause of death on the marker – some even had a photo somehow embedded on them under glass or resin. So it was fascinating to me to see the faces that went with the lines stating, ‘died in the fire of 1872′ or ‘shot by horse thiefs’.

History just kinda came alive for me & I’ve been hooked ever since. Ask Eric…

I keep the latest Archeaology magazines on the nightstand.

(What can I say, I’m a history geek now.)

But take another look at the graveyard….I know it’s overgrown, but can you see the rounded mound off to the right?

There’s actually several of them…but that’s how they bury their dead here.

Instead of the flat, lawn-like beds back in the states, here they put a big mound on top.

I’m not sure why yet…it’s another one of those things I hope to learn while I’m here.

Now it’s just back down the gravel road to the complex.

More crops on the right…there’s a couple of corn stalks, some pepper plants…

Man, I’m hot…I’m glad I left the air on. Maggie sounds like she’s about to pass out.

Snub-nosed dogs don’t do so well in the heat. But now that we’re back in the complex, it’s just around that bend.

The great thing about living here is I don’t ever have to worry about keys….

That & the fact that the “h” in “South hill Village” is silent.

(Gotta love that Korean to English thing.)

I can walk out of the house, shut the door behind me & not think twice about it.

The doors are all electronic. Just punch in the code….”*********”…and we’re in!

Maggie can crash on the floor & I’ll go get us something cold.

Oh – please excuse the mess! When your big, tall Army husband gets home from a long day in a hot hanger the first thing he wants to do when he gets home is rip off that heavy, sweaty uniform.

Which get scattered randomly through-out the house.

But you can sit in our lovely Army-supplied furniture!…(she said with just a hint of sarcasm)…and watch our Korean TV.

Since we were only allowed to ship so much weight, the only big piece we brought was the mattress set.

Everything else is Army-owned.

So somewhere in Oklahoma sits my big, beautiful & deep comfy couch….for the next 2 years.

Here you go…try this.

I stumbled on this pomegranate granita recipe a few weeks ago. It’s good…but it’s way too strong.

So if we cut it with just a little ginger ale…

Then stir it around a bit….

you get your very own pomegranate slurpie!

I’ve been making all kinds of frozen goodies this summer since I found these great little Ball freezer jars.

And they really hit the spot after a long walk in the heat & humidity…

cause you never know when a 30 minute walk will turn into a 4 day trek!

Betcha you’re glad to be home, huh Moo-Moo?

I know…that was one looooonnnnnggggg walk & you’re one very tired puppy!

Thanks so much for humoring me….& going walking with us.

We do this everyday if you ever feel up for another walk.

(I’ll post the recipe for the granita along with where to find those freezer jars tomorrow.)

Have a great night! We’re gonna go cool off now.