Underneath the Maroni Tree
It was the first beautiful day of the year and a Saturday. Not only was the sun out, but the sky was clear of micro-dust haze. We had one of my favorite lunches in Itaewon before heading to my aunt and uncle’s home where they and my dad’s cousin were enjoying refreshments. My aunt and uncle always plan an activity for us to do before a delicious meal. This time, it was to visit 서오릉 (suh-oh-reung), or, directly translated, west five royal burial sites.
The sites were centered and set upon green hills with long walkways leading to them, and the rest of the land held trees with spring blooms. It was Pride and Prejudice meets South Korea. My favorite part was the way the sunlight would seep through the canopies.
We spent an hour or so wandering through the woods before heading to a nearby restaurant where we had a leisurely dinner al fresco underneath the shade of the Maroni trees. My two aunts sang melancholy Korean and Irish songs, and reminded us to never forget such moments, beautiful days spent with loved ones.