I'm not sure if it was the heat or not (my room is generally quite cool as there are no windows) but when I had my breakfast cereal it tasted rather odd. I thought maybe it was just the old milk left over from the other day (I was too lazy to wash my bowl out), so I had another bowl later in the afternoon. There were solid chunks in my milk! Plus, it tasted kind of like drinking sour cream. I didn't want to waste good cereal though so I ate the rest of the bowl. But then I threw out the remaining milk since I was pretty sure it wasn't quite fresh anymore.
When I went to get some new milk and cereal from the "Spend More-On-Foods" across the street I met the cutest little boy. He couldn't have been any more than two at the most, but was probably younger. I was standing in the cereal aisle comparing the cost-benefit ratios of various products when this little guy came toddling along with his dad. He stopped dead in his tracks like he had seen a ghost. (I know I'm pretty pale, but come on!) I backed out of the way to let him pass, but his dad said "annyeong him." The little boy puts his hands by his side and bent over into a big bow. I replied "annyeong hasseo," which means hello, and bowed back. The boy toddled along on his way and the dad and I exchanged a nod. I was kicking myself for forgetting the number one tourist rule: Never forget your camera!