The Land of (Some People's) Dream

"A remarkable experience or staying in your comfort zone? "

Life once asked me.

No need to ask,

I chose a remarkable experience.

World Folkloriada 2012 was the answer.

All folk performers from all around the world gathered in one prestigious festival.

Dancers, musicians, traditional culinary chefs.

I never was a dancer. Yet there I was. Performing.

Located in the largest festival area I've ever been to,

you could find almost anything.

Turkish ice cream? Check. Wiener sausage? Check.

Bibimbap? Clearly check.

Now let's get lost in the World Folk Market.

Rise and shine.

Brighter than the sun.

This fountain changed colors.

Red to blue to green to yellow to white to purple.

We never had enough of it.

Forget tying your wish to a balloon & let it fly.

Write your wish & tie them at this bridge instead.

It was Traditional Game Day.

"Lompat Karet" was what we decided to play.

Who would think we'd be attracting many people to play with?

Here is the Tahitian teenager with his impressive skill.

Jump jump, tiger.

Spread your wings and fly away..

Or in this case,  spread the fabric attached to your costume.

And strike a pose.

Can't hardly remember all of these Korean food's name.

All I know is Kimchi, which taste doesn't really suit me.

Matchum Land.

The land of hope,

of dream,

of joy,

of love,

of laugh.

The land which would surely be missed.

I never was a dancer. Yet there I was. Performing.

I never was a dancer. Yet people knew me as one.

I never was a dancer. Yet I danced in the biggest folklore

festival a real folk dancer could only dream of.

I never was a dancer.

But maybe, at that time, and at some other time,

I probably was.