Feeling mulled

After a warm day of pleasant, absent minded city wandering in Seoul (you know, a feeling of can and don't ...) a wonderful luxury after being "locked up" on Lexie's side for 10 days... We ended our gallivanting back in Itaewon at the Wolfhound for shepherd's pie, Greek salad, and mulled wine. Fuzzy warm feelings and not a speck of tension in the ole' neck muscles for a couple of workaholics such as ourselves is a rare treat. Mulled wine... Mmmm you can still smell the cinnamon and "fumey goodness"