I was 8 years old when my father took me to my first Taekwondo class in a nearby dojan of Mexico City; eversince I started bowing to a flag composed by a ying-yang circle and four ideograms representing fire, water, wind and earth. It was the flag of Korea… a country I heard and imagined many times during the preparatory meditations, but never thought I could actually visit.
To me, Korea was a dream place where discipline and courage were ordinary, Taekwondo was taught in every corner and natural landscapes were breathtaking. For most of it I think I was right.
It is not an exageration to say that last month I fulfilled two of my life-dreams; you know, those things you sware to do at least once before dying. I did a bungee jump and most importantly I practised taekwondo in the world headquarters KUKKIWON with korean black belts. Two less things in my to-do list, here are some pics:

Good luck I brought my uniform from Mexico, it would have been a shame to lose the opportunity to practice since they had a special foreigners program. Another thing, I want to clarify that the person bouncing like a doll in the video is not me, actually I shot that video after jumping but then I was glad that I requested to be secured by the ankles and not by the waist as that fellow, I think the rebound is more natural when the rope grabs you from the legs, sorry also for the bad word in Spanish, I forgot I was recording X-D
Going to other things, perhaps one of the most delightful sights in Korea is the mountains, I would suggest Seoraksan National Park, they have a great youth hostel with a friendly host that fights mosquitoes every night with a sophisticated electroshock raquet! and the hiking is just awesome. More pictures:
The only problem of living our dreams is that we transform them into a memory, we exchange melancholy for nostalgy, but we should always dare and give reality a chance, if God would have wanted us to live only in our heads he would not have created the world where we live. In the end at least we can say what Pablo Neruda wrote “I confess I have lived”


























































