When Seoul Surprises: What We Learn From Namjoon’s Continuing Namjooning

The ginkgo and birch trees that line the streets of Seoul has always fascinated me. I can’t think of a better word to describe the mood and the vibe. Basta, they’re romantic. Trees are romantic.

So, I plucked a couple of leaves from a ginkgo tree in front of the middle school where Min Yoongi studied and, in Hongdae, leaves from a birch tree. I carefully tucked them inside my journal as precious keepsakes but also as subjects for my cyanotype prints.

A few days ago, I took advantage of the afternoon sun in our yard and began printing. We were on a very tight budget in South Korea, so I thought of crafting something that would journey from there to here and back again. The more I read about these trees, the more I understood why they quietly stayed with me.

The ginkgo is one of East Asia’s most enduring symbols.

Having survived for millions of years, it is often called a “living fossil.” Across Korea, China, and Japan, it represents resilience, longevity, hope, and quiet endurance. Ginkgo trees stand beside temples, schools, and palaces, witnessing generations come and go. They remind us that strength is not always loud. Sometimes, it simply means remaining rooted while the seasons change around us.

The birch tells a different story.

Its pale bark has long symbolized renewal, new beginnings, and simplicity. Even after long winters, birches are among the first trees to suggest that spring is coming. There is something quietly optimistic about them.

Together, these two trees seemed to tell the story of our journey at Festa 2026. One reminds me to endure. The other reminds me to begin again. That is why I could not simply leave their leaves behind on the streets of Seoul. Instead, they came home with me.

Under the Philippine sun, they became cyanotype prints. In a few days, I will frame them as pasalubong for my ARMY friends and Kdrama Titas. These are my souvenirs made from leaves, sunlight, water, paper, and time. Perhaps that is what the best pasalubong has always been. It is not the price tag, but the thought that someone traveled through a place, remembered you, and returned carrying a story worth sharing.

As I looked at each finished print, I realized they were no longer simply  leaves from Korea. They had become conversations between Seoul and home. Between Namjoon’s way of noticing the world and my own.

For the longest time, Namjooning for the fandom meant visiting museums, bookstores, parks, and cafés because Namjoon had once been there. I think it means something much more.

It is learning to notice. To slow down enough for ordinary things to reveal themselves. To understand that beauty is not something we consume but something we learn to pay attention to.

A fallen leaf. A neighborhood tree. An afternoon walk. The warmth of the sun while making a cyanotype print. A simple gift made by hand.

Namjooning is not about collecting places. It is about allowing places to reshape the way we see ourselves and the world. As a librarian, I have always believed that stories live inside books.

But I also believe that stories live inside leaves, trees, sunlight, and the hands that choose to create. That is why Namjooning never really ends.

Allow a place to tell its story and listen with intention. Bring its story with you and let it inspire you to create something new. Apobangpo. Purple and true. 💜

When Seoul Surprises: History Beneath Our Wheels

From Insadong, we took a bus to the nearest park along the Hangang, Yeouido. Our agenda was simple: go on a bike ride and chase the sunset. Mission accomplished—and more.

Near the bike rental station stood a tunnel with a sign: “A Walk Through the History of Yeouido Airport.” I was tempted to walk through it, but we had bicycles waiting and the road ahead seemed to be calling us instead. For the next hour, we rode along the Hangang, passing families on picnic mats, couples strolling beneath the trees, runners, bikers, too and children racing ahead of their parents. Eventually, we stopped beneath one of the bridges to rest. That was when a series of historical markers caught my attention.

The markers narrated the story of Yeouido before becoming the financial district and riverside park that people know  it today. Once little more than a sandy island across Mapo Port, its destiny changed during the Japanese occupation when an airfield was built there. As I walked from one marker to another, I realized that this was not merely the history of an airport. It was the history of people whose dreams took flight.

One marker bore the words: “Yeouido, Where Dreams Take Flight.” It is a beautiful phrase because it speaks of more than airplanes, arrivals, departures, or the passage from one era to the next. It speaks of aspiration.

The story begins with Art Smith, an American aviator whose aerial demonstrations at Yeouido in 1917 captivated thousands and inspired many Koreans to dream of flying.

Among those inspired was An Chang-nam, who became the first Korean pilot to fly over Korea. Beyond aviation, he devoted himself to Korea’s independence movement before his life was cut short in a plane crash at only twenty-nine years old.

His example, together with Art Smith’s, inspired Kwon Ki-ok, one of Korea’s first female pilots. She joined the anti-Japanese independence movement, trained as an aviator in China, and dedicated her life to the dream of a free Korea.

Art Smith inspired An Chang-nam. An Chang-nam inspired Kwon Ki-ok. One person’s courage became another person’s beginning.

Reading those markers, I realized that inspiration also has a history. It moves from one generation to the next, from teacher to student, from artist to artist, from parent to child, from dreamer to dreamer.

I then realized how BTS’s songs about hope, resilience, and even resistance feel deeply rooted rather than entirely new. They belong to a much longer Korean tradition in which art, music, and culture carry memory, courage, and hope across generations.

Not because BTS is equivalent to these historical figures, but because they, too, have inspired millions of people to create, study, volunteer, teach, write, make art, to simply choose one more day to live or endure difficult seasons. Their music becomes another marker along the path, reminding those who come after them that courage can be inherited.

As a librarian, I have spent much of my life believing that history lives in books as well as places inhabited by dreamers, innovators and wanderers. Seoul validated that. History also lives in parks, tunnels, riverbanks, and the places where people choose to stop and read the space and environment.

Sometimes the greatest discoveries are not found inside museums alone. Sometimes they are waiting beside a bicycle path, though unnoticed, reminding us that every generation leaves markers for the next.

When Seoul Surprises: The Neighborhood Near Changwon National University

People often imagine South Korea through the skylines of Seoul or the bright lights of Busan. Well, Changwon is charming and warm.

Gyeongnam Art Museum sits beside Changwon National University, and as evening descended, the neighborhood slowly filled with students wearing IDs on lanyards, walking beneath rows of trees with the mountain standing behind them. There was no rush to see the next attraction. The entire place felt lived in.

It reminded me of UP Diliman’s Area 2, except that, the texture has more “angas”.

The places do not look alike, but they share the same rhythm: affordable restaurants, students lingering over dinner, convenience stores that offer everything from medicines to Tmoney loading station, cafés waiting for conversations that stretch long after class.

We were hungry from an afternoon of wandering through galleries and discovering Arirang and Picasso’s ceramics, so we followed the path to where some students enter  into a small restaurant whose name I can no longer remember. Some places deserve to be remembered by taste rather than by name because, while we didn’t order Michelin-starred cuisine, we had a taste of every day Korean food cooked by an Ahjumma and served by an Ahjussi.

The Ahjussi welcomed us with efficiency while students came and went around us. As always, ARMY Daughter became our translator and communicator, reading the menu, asking questions, and ordering for the family. Kuya and I were all smiles watching her confidently speak. One of the quiet privileges of traveling with grown-up children is watching them lead when you once led them.

Our kimchi fried rice arrived crowned with a perfectly fried egg, its edges crisp and its yolk ready to melt into warm rice. The kimchi was exquisitely sweet at first bite, then spicy, then gently sour.

Comforting rather than challenging. Alongside it came silky tofu dressed with soy sauce and sesame, delicate rolled omelet, fish cake, and a simple clear broth. Nothing extravagant but difficult to let go of. After dinner, we wandered into Compose Coffee where the Americano fits in our budget.

The prices on the menu made me chuckle because it reminded me of the inexpensive eateries around UP Diliman where students gather over coffee and conversation while imagining and stressing over the futures waiting for them.

And suddenly I was no longer thinking only about Changwon. I was thinking about Kuya. In a few weeks, he will graduate and begin that uncertain season between university and full time work, between being someone’s student and becoming himself.

Watching the students around us, I realized that every artist, teacher, writer, musician, engineer, and dreamer once belonged to a place like this. Before recognition came ordinary evenings spent sharing inexpensive meals, drinking coffee, and wondering what kind of life awaited them beyond campus. This is why Changwon’s university neighborhood stays with me.

It’s not because of a famous landmark or a bucket-list destination. For one quiet evening, I saw my son already walking among those students: hopeful, uncertain, a little bit nervous, carrying invisible dreams beneath the trees.

And somehow, over kimchi fried rice and the smoothest tofu I have ever tasted, the future no longer felt intimidating. It simply felt warm.

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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 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 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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Heart and Seoul 2026 D2: Namjooning at Festa Season Brings Serendipity

On Day 2 of our Bangtan Pilgrimage 2026, Kuya, ARMY Daughter, and I headed to Gyeongnam Art Museum in Changwon, a city about an hour away from Busan. While everyone else was at Asiad celebrating FESTA on June 13 and doing ARMY things, there we were, bound for a museum to do some Namjooning.

Most ARMYs honor BTS by being present at their concerts. We chose to celebrate them another way, and that does not make us any less ARMY. In fact, this side quest to Gyeongnam Art Museum (GAM) deepened my appreciation for BTS and made my connection to them even more meaningful as I walked alongside my grown-up children.

GAM stands on a hill near Changwon National University. The neighborhood feels like a university town or village. It reminded me of UP Los Baños, albeit without the heavy traffic and with a lower population density. The mountain flanking GAM gave the place a formidable presence, while the river, though dry at this time of year, lent it gentleness and charm.

As we climbed toward the entrance of GAM, ARMY Daughter became emotional. As a museum and cultural worker, this was her first time visiting a museum abroad, and in South Korea, no less. As for Kuya, he approached the experience with open eyes and a generous heart. For 1,000 won, the same price as a bottle of water, we paid the admission fee to what felt like a life-giving encounter with art and culture. We entered hoping to make connections to who we are as Filipino artists and to allow Korean art to inspire us, and perhaps even disturb our comfort zones.

The current exhibit featured the works of modern and contemporary Korean artists under the title Within and Without, as well as ceramic works by Pablo Picasso from the collection of Lee Kun Hee. The latter came as a surprise, as I did not expect Picasso’s ceramic works to be so extensive and varied.

The most unexpected part of our visit, however, was discovering Park Chan Gap’s public installation titled Arirang, rendered in black and white granite.

It felt serendipitous and deeply relevant. To encounter Arirang at this particular juncture in time felt like the universe was telling me something I have yet to fully understand.

I stood before Arirang longer than I expected. The sculpture seemed simple at first: black and white granite arranged around a bell-like form suspended in space. Yet the longer I looked, the more tension I felt within it. Between black and white, weight and openness, permanence and movement. Was it a bell? A mountain? A gateway? A song rendered in stone? I was not sure. What I knew was that it moved me.

I walked around it and in between. From one angle, the granite appeared heavy and immovable. From another, the opening at its center seemed to invite passage. The sculpture resisted easy explanation.

I am going to carry Park’s Arirang with me as we continue our tour. For now, I am content knowing that I found Arirang and that it found me during FESTA 2026, not in a stadium in Busan, but in an art museum, an archive of memory where inheritances and remembrances are preserved and passed on.

Perhaps that is enough for now. 💜😊💜

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Heart and Seoul Travel Log Day 2: D2 Heart and Seoul: Shared Memories

This morning, we visited the In the Soop Mansion*. I’m too overwhelmed to even put into writing the experience of being in a place, if only for a few hours, where Bangtan carved a space to be, to create, to rest during the pandemic. It felt like visiting a memory that wasn’t ours but somehow belonged to us, too.

And to see my ARMY Daughter having a great time and kilig gives me a joy that isn’t loud, but proud.

BTS is the gift that keeps on giving.

Apobangpo! Purple and true! 

*Written on 6.11.2025

Tita ARMY Tours South Korea at Festa 2025

 “We were together / Every moment was forever.” — Take Two, BTS

Our ARMY Tour, our 5 days and 4 nights in Seoul was life-affirming and rejuvenating.

What made it so was many things:

How some of us had been saving up since the Pearl ARMY Festa of 2024, turning this into our ARMY Glow Up project, a dream sustained by intention.

How bravely some of us made the decision to travel alone and join a group for the first time, choosing courage over comfort, and community over solitude.

How some of us brought family—daughter, sister, niece, to bond, uplift, and support each other’s fangirling. And in the process, we discovered how powerful our desires can become when channeled through creative ways.

How we held space for one another at the dining table from the communal and down-to-earth warmth of Yoojung Sikdang to the quiet elegance of Otsu, where stories flowed as freely as soup.

How we looked out for each other in crowded streets and alleyways of Myeongdong and Hongdae, when bodies were close but hearts stayed open.

The walks we took in forest and stadium, in silence and in laughter.

And the way we laughed. The way we wept. Seeing our OT7 together on that stadium screen, dancing to Mic Drop, then collapsing emotionally at Spring Day and Jamais Vu.

Team Labas. Team Loob. Team Hotel. Lahat tayo. We were all part of it. We were different but together.

We weren’t just in Seoul for a clique-ish girls’ night out. We came to experience and listen to the city. To bear witness to its character. To understand how it shaped BTS and how BTS shaped us, continuously so, in our own unique ways of expressing ourselves as ARMY.

Thank you Teena Ordoño of Savedbythebest Travel and Tours for making this happen!

Apobangpo! Purple and true!

Kuwentong Bangtan: Our Celebration of BTS FESTA 2025 is a Pilgrimage of Purple Love

ARMY Daughter and I are back from Seoul where we joined a 5 Days and 4 Nights curated tour for ARMY at Festa season by Savedbythebest Travel and Tours. This trip is a product of blood, sweat and tears. It took us a eighteen months to save for this trip on top of life challenges one after the other. This is the toughest ARMY Glow Up Project I had. And somewhere in the middle of all this, I am grateful to have received the graces of friendship and companionship. 

This trip is precious to me not only as ARMY but as a mother. Being with Zoe, my daughter who became ARMY years ahead of me, this is a mother-and-daughter journey through Seoul; through light and shadow, memory and music.

I wrote and reflected each step of the journey on my social media pages. Here's everything from Day 1 to Day 5.

D1: Heart and Seoul – We Never Walk Alone

Theme: Arrival, belonging, and walking in their footsteps
Key Stops: HYBE Building, Hyuga Café, Old Big Hit, Hakdong Park, Yoojung Sikdang

Reflection: From fog to warmth, from dorms to dreams, from their footsteps to ours, we were never alone.

D2: Heart and Seoul – Shared Memories

Theme: Reverence, rest, and memory that transcends ownership
Key Stop: In the SOOP Mansion

Reflection: To visit a space where BTS once rested is to understand that silence is a kind of presence. Rest is sacred. Memory is shared.

D3: Heart and Seoul – Why Do You Sound Like Soul?

Theme: Namjooning, city rhythms, and sensory immersion
Key Stops: Myeongdong Cathedral, parks, alleyways, food stalls

Reflection: Seoul isn’t just a city—it sings. And for the first time, I knew the lyrics were meant for me, too.

D4: Heart and Seoul – Born in Seoul, Raised in Ilsan

Theme: Movement, generational role shift, and place as identity
Key Stops: Seongsu, Ilsan commute, Lake Park

Reflection: She leads now, the way I once did. I see the city through her steps—and remember how Namjoon once walked from hometown to dream.

D5: Heart and Seoul – Light and Shadow

Theme: Becoming, motherhood, and shared inner journeys
Key Stop: Gyeongbokgung Palace (Hanbok day)

Reflection: She is growing up and out into the world. And I, once her guide, now stand beside her as a friend, an ally, a witness.