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As a person born and raised in Brazil, a tropical country, I thought I had everything well set for my first international trip ever. I went to South Korea for my 23rd birthday in April, in the Spring season and I had high expectations for my days at Jeju Island. Everything was perfect in my imagination: visiting the beautiful beaches with clear water on a sunny day, just like I saw on Pinterest. Although some plans started to change on my boarding day. I woke up to a rainy day, and the weather shouldn’t change until two days later. On my first day at the Island, I decided to visit the Jeju National Museum, but I was lost as soon as I dropped out of the bus. I walk around the Museum trying to find the entrance, but my attention is caught by a really pretty and quiet street so I just forget about my original plan and decide to just let myself be lost in order to find out where it would lead me. It is ten in the morning and I am almost completely alone in a place surrounded by the Jeju National University’s buildings. There is an entrance to a park at the top of the street, and my curiosity leads me to hike through the trail. It is still raining, but it is not a problem anymore. Actually, it starts to feel like the perfect weather to have this type of activity. In the middle of the trail, I start to feel a different breeze and hear the sound of the sea getting closer and closer. I was really caught inside my head at the time, still trying to figure if I should just go back to the museum when I realized the trail led me exactly to the place I planned to visit ever since my searches on Pinterest: the lighthouses. So, the trail guides me into a really high place in this mountain, where I have a perfect sight of the Port of Jeju. As soon as I get out of the park I see the Sanji Lighthouse, a white building with some kind of touristic information box - that, unfortunately, was closed that day. I take some time just allowing myself to cherish that sightseeing and then go back into the trail and try to get to the beach. My cellphone is out of work, so I can not search for it on the internet. South Korea is a safe country and the trail must end up somewhere in the city, right? Followed by the ocean on my left side, it is really peaceful to hike all the way into the mountain. I cross path with some nice elder couple that talks a little with me in Korean, and I try my best to reply properly to them just for both of us to go back to our hike. Even if this is a really short moment, it still is one of my dearest memories of this day. After some time hiking through the mountain, I see some houses in a street with no sidewalks. I can still listen to the ocean closeby and try to follow its sounds. I just need to turn left in the next street, I think to myself, and that is exactly what I do. The ground is made by some kind of grayish sand and there is a trailer on my left side. There is this cute little dog who starts to bark, and its tutor who starts to scream. I don’t understand what he is saying but before the guy sees me, I get out of there almost running. I have no idea if I am in private poverty, but I regretted as soon as I approach the grayish little road. It is not my intention to invade anyone’s place, so I just forget about going to the beach. Since it is midday already, I realize how hungry I am. My phone is working again and I know that I am way too far from any restaurant, so I walk to the bus stop… Only to catch the wrong bus and find myself lost again.