When Seoul Surprises a.k.a May SEPANX pa kami 😂💜😂

It was Kuya who found Arirang, a sculpture by Park Chan Gap in the courtyard of the Gyeongnam Art Museum.

Pauwi na kami noon, pero ang ganda kasi ng sunset kaya nagtagal kami. Gyeongnam Art Museum sits on top of a hill, with a mountain rising behind it. Emerald green in broad daylight, it had turned a deep blue in the fading light.

ARMY Daughter and I were seated beneath pine trees beside a bed of daisies when Kuya returned from wandering around the museum grounds.

“May nakita akong Arirang,” he said.

Curious, I asked him to take me there. At ayun na nga.

Rendered in black and white granite, the sculpture stood before us like a memorial to love lost and grief that refuses to leave. Yet it was never defeated by sorrow. It remained dignified, austere, and quietly resolute.

At its center, the white granite seemed to cradle something I could not quite name. A bell. A hill. A mountain. An absence.

Tinitigan ko lang ang sculpture na may pagkamangha. I did not dare touch it to find out. To do so felt almost sacrilegious. So Kuya and I simply stood there.

In that silence, I thought of Ouie and Mama, who had both passed on, and of Papa, whose dementia has slowly carried him to a place where he no longer remembers who I am. I thought, too, of friendships that quietly faded and communities I once believed would endure. May kirot pa din ng slight, but, somewhere beneath those memories, a song of resolve began to hum.

Perhaps that is why I lingered before Arirang longer than I expected.

The sculpture did not ask me to explain grief or overcome it. It simply held space for contradictions: black and white, weight and openness, permanence and emptiness.

Standing beside my eldest child, I remembered the many times we had stood together as seasons changed.

What do we carry from one season into the next? What do we leave behind?

Memory, I realized, is a curious inheritance. Some memories are taken from us against our will. Others return unexpectedly, summoned by stone, by silence, or by the simple act of standing still with someone we love.

I have spent much of the past few years caring for endings and tending the wounds of missing years.

Yet there I was in Changwon, South Korea, during FESTA 2026. While thousands gathered in Busan to celebrate music and joy, I found myself listening to another kind of song beside my eldest—the music teacher in our family.

Perhaps Arirang is not only about longing or separation. Perhaps it is also about remaining. Remaining faithful to memory, open to beauty, present for those who still walk beside us, even as we grieve those who no longer can.

We left the museum without touching the granite. But somehow, Arirang had already touched me.

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Heart and Seoul Travel Log 2026: The Aftermath

We are officially back from South Korea. SEPANX is real. 😂😭😂 I have never visited so many beaches in my life: Haeundae, Gangmun, Anmok, and Jumunjin. Four beaches in seven days! Each one gave me something to remember and carry home. 🌊💜

@titazeeh7 Haeundae = Joy Jumunjin = Companionship Anmok = Wonder Gangmun = Imagination #BTS_Arirang #festa2026 #bangtanpilgrimage2026 ♬ SWIM - BTS

Heart and Seoul Travel Log Day 7: Your heart’s desire is the world’s greatest need.

My spiritual director once told me:

“Your heart’s desire is the world’s greatest need.”

As we visited four beaches in South Korea: Haeundae, Gangmun, Anmok, and Jumunjin, I found myself naming the desires of my heart and releasing them into the expanse of sea and sky.

Some were prayers. Some were dreams. Grief, yes. Some were wounds still healing. Others were hopes yet to be fulfilled.

The waves received them all. And perhaps that is why I came home carrying grace and gratitude 💜🙏💜

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Heart and Seoul Travel Log Day 7: Who’s the king?! Who’s the boss?!🔥💜🔥

 

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Heart and Seoul Travel Log Day 7: Who’s the king?! Who’s the boss?!🔥💜🔥 Visiting the filming site of Daechwita completes our Bangtan Pilgrimage to celebrate and honor the genius of Min Yoongi 😺

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Heart and Seoul 2026 Day 6: Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Some of the best moments of traveling with a group tour are never part of the itinerary. Yesterday reminded me that discovery often happens when we allow ourselves to wander. Free days are the best!

Our day began at the National Museum of Modern Contemporary Art in Seoul, just beside Gyeongbokgung Palace, where we encountered Damien Hirst’s famous shark, “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living”. Suspended in its tank, the work was at once unsettling and fascinating. I understood why it continues to provoke conversation decades after it was first exhibited. It was larger than life. It attempts to go beyond the precipice of death. Like much contemporary art, it demanded attention and refused easy answers.

Kuya was especially ecstatic since the shark had only been a topic of conversation in his humanities class. Seeing it in real life, in all its enormity, was, for me, life-affirming. I can relate to Hirst’s vision of the life-death-life cycle.

From there, we made our way to Cafe Homie for coffee and a much-needed respite from the summer heat. What we did not expect to discover was that Namjoon had once spent time there. As it turned out, I was sitting in the very corner where he had taken a photograph years before. Sometimes the universe has a sense of humor.

The surprises continued in Insadong, where we stumbled upon a free gallery displaying pottery, ceramics, and tri-colored paintings. We entered out of curiosity and left reminded that art does not always reside in major museums. Sometimes it waits behind an unassuming doorway, ready to reward those willing to step inside.

The day ended at Yeouido Hangang Park. We rented bicycles and joined families, couples, and friends making the most of a summer evening along the Han River. The greatest surprise awaited us there: a shallow stream where people removed their shoes and waded through cool water. We did the same. After days of walking, traveling, and exploring, the simple pleasure of cooling our feet felt luxurious.

Looking back on it today, none of these experiences had been carefully planned. Yet they make up the moments I will remember most. This is supreme Namjooning.

Perhaps travel is not only about reaching destinations. Perhaps it is also about remaining open to pleasant surprises, trusting that some discoveries are meant to find us.

We did not find BTS in a concert stadium. We found them in museums, on streets lined with art and food, in the quiet presence of elderly couples sitting on benches by the Hangang, and in families listening to the lilting laughter of their children wading in a pool at sundown.

We found them in the place and country they call home.

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Heart and Seoul 2026 Day 5: Kimbap Making Day

When Kuya was in Grade 5, his friend Tom invited him over for a playdate. Being Korean, Tom’s mother prepared a snack for the boys: kimbap. It was our first time to eat and enjoy this Korean dish. Many years later, I realized that kimbap is more than a snack. It is a food wrapped in Korea’s hard work, ingenuity, and cultural treasure, the seaweed that has nourished generations and become an important part of Korean cuisine.

Yesterday, we had the opportunity to make kimbap ourselves. The rice and ingredients: Spam, carrots, egg roll, crab stick, and cucumber, had already been prepared. All we needed to do was arrange them neatly on a sheet of seaweed and roll everything together using a bamboo mat. Voila! We had baon for the rest of the day’s tour.

What made the experience even more fascinating was that we learned it from a Filipino museum worker, whom I shall call Ms. A, from Pampanga. Through her demonstration, a distinctly Korean cultural practice became something I could bring home to my own family in the Philippines.

The experience reminded me of Roland Robertson’s concept of glocalization, where global cultural influences are adapted and given meaning within local contexts (Robertson, 1995). Kimbap remains recognizably Korean, yet once prepared in a Filipino home, it acquires new meanings and associations. Culture travels, but it is never simply transplanted. It is interpreted, adapted, and woven into everyday life.

The process is not one-way, either. Ms. A herself is part of that story. A Filipina working in South Korea, she introduces Korean culture to international visitors, including fellow Filipinos. In many ways, she serves as a cultural bridge, helping people like us appreciate Korean traditions while discovering how they might take root in our own communities.

As I rolled my kimbap and packed it for the road, I realized that cultural exchange often happens through the simplest of experiences: sharing food, learning recipes, telling stories, and passing them on. Perhaps that is one of the quiet gifts of travel, not merely seeing another culture, but finding meaningful ways to bring a part of it home.

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Heart and Seoul 2026 Day 4: Walking Wounded with Grace and Joy

BTS’s “You Never Walk Alone” is often regarded as a repackaged version of “Wings”. Yet to do so is to overlook the emotional and philosophical conversation taking place between the two albums.

If “Wings” is an exploration of loneliness, desire, temptation, ambition, grief, loss, and the fear of failure, then “You Never Walk Alone” is BTS’s response to those struggles. It does not erase them. The wounds remain. The uncertainty remains. The journey remains difficult. Yet BTS offers something that is both simple and profound: companionship and connection.

The album’s title itself is an assurance. You are not alone. You do not have to carry your burdens alone. You do not have to face grief, disappointment, or fear by yourself.

Someone walks beside you.

Years after its release, I found myself thinking about this message while standing at the BTS Bus Stop in Jumunjin Beach. A non-ARMY might ask what is so special about the place. It is a reasonable question. After all, it is only a bus stop by the sea, far from the main thoroughfares and untouched by public transportation.

But the bus stop was never the point. Perhaps it is about arriving at the end of one journey while preparing to begin another.

Being here is never just about entertainment or leisurely fangirling.

Looking at our Bangtan Pilgrimage tour group, all of us are women except for my son. We are Tita ARMYs joined by family and friends. I began to realize that perhaps each of us had come carrying something: an unspoken burden or woundedness that needed neither explanation nor judgment.

Some may have come because they needed hope. Others may have been seeking companionship or an opportunity to strengthen old friendships. Some may have come because they needed something to look forward to. A few may have been searching for light in the face of loss and grief.

As for me, I came because I am celebrating survival: from a mini-stroke ten years ago, through the Covid years, and through relationships that have since sundered. I am still here. I stayed. I am thankful. I came because I wanted my grown-up children to witness this joy, this gratitude for life, and this season of grace.

And BTS provided the occasion.

What I call this Bangtan Pilgrimage became the vehicle.

The community became the gift.

Over the past few days, I have shared meals, stories, bus rides, and long walks with fellow traveler: Tita ARMYs from different places and different walks of life. Some arrived carrying burdens I may never fully know. Others carried grief, loss, uncertainty, loneliness, or struggles they seldom speak about. Like all pilgrims, each of us brought invisible luggage.

Perhaps that is why “You Never Walk Alone” continues to resonate years after its release.

The album does not promise that suffering disappears. Neither does “Spring Day”. It does not insist that every dream comes true or that every wound heals neatly. Instead, it offers something simpler and more profound: persistence, resilience, and companionship.

Keep walking, it seems to say.

Someone is walking beside you.

As I recall standing before the BTS Bus Stop, I thought of my favorite photograph from the trip. I was not sitting on the bench. I was not posing for the camera. I was walking from one pose to another when ARMY Daughter kept taking photographs. The resulting image captured me in motion.

Moving on.

Moving forward.

We never walk alone.

Perhaps that is what this pilgrimage has taught me so far. We look toward the promise of spring with optimism while enduring the desolation and coldness of winter. In a way, it agrees with the message of Arirang.

And perhaps that, too, is a form of grace.

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Heart and Seoul 2026 Day 3: Dreams and Origins

Our day began with a visit to Gamcheon Culture Village, a place where Kuya, ARMY Daughter, and I felt the energy of creation. Its colorful houses, steep pathways, and artistic spirit reminded us of Baguio City during the summer.

Our next stop was ZM-ILLENNIAL, where I had the opportunity to gift a copy of our new book, Planting a Forest of Hope. It was a small gesture, but a meaningful one, as the story tells of Kim Jong-ki, a Korean educator whose anti-bullying program transformed schools and communities.

What followed was a hearty lunch of grilled mackerel, seafood soup, kimchi-tofu stew, lettuce wraps, enoki mushrooms, eel, and an assortment of kimchi and vegetable side dishes. Like many Korean meals, it was generous, communal, and comforting—a feast that nourished both body and spirit before the rest of our day’s adventures.

At Haeundae, we rode the Sky Capsule to reach the beach. The panoramic view of the sea was breathtaking. The pine trees and coastal foliage were soothing, making the summer heat easier to bear. Once on the beach, I collected shells while my children walked barefoot along the shore. A moment when our inner children were set free.

All around us, post FESTA celebrations continued. BTS songs echoed from every direction; sand sculptures inspired by Keep Swimming stood proudly along the beach, while rows of red and white tents marked the Stamp Rally that had welcomed ARMYs during the previous day’s festivities.

The day ended with a visit to the Seo-dong Maze market where Jimin often ate noodles as a boy and to Busan Arts High School, where he studied and excelled academically. From there, we traveled an hour to Daegu, the hometown of Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung, where dinner consisted of sweet-and-sour pork and jajangmyeon.

For the first time on this journey, I found no Filipino dish to compare it to or connect it with. Jajangmyeon stood entirely on its own. A Korean dish with its own history, character, and flavor. 💜 😊💜

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