My first friend

At last, after about 1.5 years living in Korea, I got my first friend.

We met at the park about a month ago. She wanted to practice her English, and I was more than happy to get a friend, so we get along pretty well. Last week she invited me to come to her house, introduced me to Korean households, Korean food, Korean tea, Korea's must be visited places, and I surprisingly enjoyed our conversations (with a help of calculator translator hehehe).

Yesterday I invited her to come to my house. It was the first invitation I made ever since I live in Korea. I mean, my OWN invitation. Because previously there're always Hiro's boss or colleagues coming to our place for dinner (and little drink :p).
I made tiramisu for us, and "baby" tiramisu for the kids (no alcohol); and we enjoyed it with a cup of coffee and some fruits she brought. They loved my tiramisu, and I promised myself to bake them chocolate cake for their next visit :p.

Though I thought that I enjoyed my small circle of life with Hiro and Iki, it's in fact really really nice to have someone else to talk to (though with a help of an electric dictionary). She's Janice, my first ever friend in Korea. The first person who doesn't care about my nationality. The first person who keeps talking to me at the park under the curiosity eyes of other mothers. (But damn, I couldn't remember her Korean name (@_@)!!)

I hope someday.....someday, I would be able to invite my dear friends in Surabaya and made tiramisu for them. Dare to try my food, pals? :p