Better Than Turkey

This is our apartment door. Yes, it is just a door, but it is endlessly facinating to us. All doors are made of steel here and the point of that is not protection (does this country even have crime?) but advertising. Everyday when we come home there is something new sticking to the door. Junk mail in the form of magnets would completely cover this door if we did not remove them on a regular basis. If only we could let these people know they could save themselves from walking to the sixth floor, because their efforts are wasted on two Canadians who can't read the Korean advertising.
Today we came home and there was something special waiting for us, leaning against the door. Last week on the phone, I mentioned one little thing to my mom such as "I wish we could find hand sanitizer" (with 150 kids a day putting their grubby little hands everywhere and there is only a bar of soap and a thin poor excuse for a towel hanging there, you can see how we would want it) and poof, it magically appears with other little treats from home. More magazines (now I can catch up on the stuff that is already old news to you!), enough candy to sustain Darin for about a week (a normal person, much longer) and gloves (I don't know what prompted my mom to put these in the package, but we were just saying we should buy some for the fall to winter transition as the gloves we brought are far to hot - maybe mothers really do know everything!) Thanks for thinking of us mom (and dad too!) This was our little (unconventional) Thanksgiving treat from home and it is much appreciated! Is it OK to eat a Toblerone before dinner?? Who cares, we just did!!
Our little computer desk is Korean style. We have to sit on the floor. Darin is hard at work on a big idea. All I know is "My accounting days are coming back to haunt me!" I probably spent too much money yesterday.