Going back down the mountain, I took my time passing through the neighborhood once more and enjoyed the essentially Asian environment surrounding me. I passed some ajummas who generously offered to share fruit with me. A young girl washed cabbage with her mother, no doubt to later make kimchi. I was soon once again in the heart of Hyehwa and found myself ordering a green tea latte at a European-style cafe and marking down my new found escape. It’s nice, even if only for an hour, to get away from a westernized Seoul and immerse oneself into a more indigenous Korea.