“Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.”
Louisa May Alcott
We only spent a short time on Jeju, but island life has always fascinated me. Islands seem to exude their own special brand of magic.
The Olle trails: the 200km of pathways, scattered about the island offer the perfect opportunity to bask in the beauty of Jeju. The trails paint a multifaceted picture of the island. You can view ocean waves crashing upon the rocks, cascading waterfalls, beaches, and mountains.
Jeju is often lauded as the “Hawaii of Korea.” I have never been to Hawaii, and therefore cannot compare the two. However, I can say there is a unique beauty to this volcanic island that is worth experiencing.
We spent an entire afternoon following the little blue ribbons that mark the Olle trails. With the sun blazing and the humidity high, I did question our sanity. I even felt a bit jealous of all the Korean tourists riding around in their rented cars. Despite the heat, walking along the coast is a wonderful way to view the beauty of Jeju. I have found that sometimes the truly beautiful things are the ones you didn’t plan on. Things like a man fishing with the vast ocean as a backdrop, or a group of women gathering together under a tent to put together a meal.
I am not sure whether we found these beautiful things, or if they found us.
Hobbes: It must’ve hit a window.
Calvin: Isn’t it beautiful? It’s so delicate. Sighhh… once it’s too late, you appreciate what a miracle life is. You realize that nature is ruthless and our existence is very fragile, temporary, and precious. But to go on with your daily affairs, you can’t really think about that… which is probably why everyone takes the world for granted and why we act so thoughtlessly. It’s very confusing. I suppose it will all make sense when we grow up.
Hobbes: No doubt.”
Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes: There’s Treasure Everywhere
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
“How many loved your moments of glad grace,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.”