My students



April 4, 2012

It seems like Korean kids are especially funny on certain days. Today was one of those days for me. Here's a conversation I had:

"Teacher, why we should write this? We already speak and understand. If we write, we don't learn. Only our hands will break." Me: "Maybe I want to break your hands." "You are cruel! Cruelly... cruel!"

Then, getting on the elevator after work... "Teacher, we want delicious food." "Oh, do you like chamchi jjiggae?" "Yes... I love you, teacher! Buy us some cup ramyeon!" So I went in the corner store with them and paid w2,200 for their cup ramyeon.

Two weeks ago, one of my students forgot to bring his book to class, so I let him borrow my book. Of course, when the class was over, he put it in his bag and left. I hunted him down the next week, and said, "James! You have my book!" He made me give him my cell phone number. Later that night I received these texts:



Let me translate this conversation into proper English:

"Hello, this is James. I found your book. I will give you the book tomorrow."

"James! You better bring my book, man!"

"I brought it home by mistake. I'm sorry."

"Ha, ha, ha!"



"James"

Tweets from Hong Kong and Shanghai, courtesy of @fostergregd

I decided to tweet several times a day during my trip to Hong Kong last weekend. What follows are my tweets, and a few of the 700 or so pictures I took on the trip. Enjoy!

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March 1, 2012

(in Busan)

Walking around this airport gets me so excited. There are flights to Tokyo, Manila, Taipei, Cebu. I'm gonna get on a flight to Shanghai.

(in Hong Kong. I cannot access Twitter in Shanghai. It's blocked by Chinese internet censorship.)

I was pleasantly surprised by Shanghai's airport. Getting in and out was a breeze. The workers all spoke English well.

Not what you might expect from a "communist country". I received far worse treatment at London Gatwick two years ago.

One guy, whose job was basically the "TSA" screening, spoke Korean to the other passengers, then switched to English for me.

I went through customs and found my connecting flight in 30 minutes. Try doing that in the states.

It was overcast in Shanghai, almost foggy. I'm sure the legendary smog had some part to play in the conditions.

Overcast in Hong Kong as the plane is landing. 5:50pm here.

I don't think I've been this excited since my first day in Korea. The crowd at this airport... People from all over the world.

That's the first time I ever took $2000 out of the ATM. The exchange rate is about 7.75:1.

Took the train into the city. Cheryl met me and helped me find the guest house. It's small, but clean and well located.

My first chinese food. Barbecue pork and duck with rice and special sauce.



We walked around Causeway Bay. Cheryl wanted to take my picture at Times Square.

Had some traditional Chinese dessert. Looked a lot like 떡, Korean rice cake.

March 2, 2012

Out the door at 8:15am. A few things on my mind this morning. Mostly differences I notice from Korea.

I was surprised that I didn't have to take off my shoes to walk in the guest house. Koreans would NEVER wear shoes indoors.

Cheryl picked up my phone off the table and said phones get stolen all the time. In Busan, people leave their phones sitting at the table.

Same think with the HK$1000 bill in my wallet. She suggested I fold it up and hide it. It is a lot of money, more than US$125.

I haven't been to Tokyo, so Seoul is my only "Asia mega-city" experience. HK's different. Even downtown Seoul is a lot more spread out.

Downtown Hong Kong is probably bigger than Chicago. I've never been to New York, but I figure it looks a lot like this.

I saw my favorite car last night, a Bentley Continental. I have seen a few in Busan and Seoul, but it stood out in a former British colony.

Upon getting off the tram, I walked through an open courtyard under the HSBC bank building. I found the camp of "Occupy Central".

Says its been here since October 15. In the courtyard of HSBC's headquarters are signs that say "Shame on HSBC". Quite democratic, I'd say.



I noted the contrast with violent crackdowns and mass arrests in New York and Oakland.

How long will the US call itself "the land of the free" but continually demonize or criminalize any legitimate democratic movement?

Oh, and I'm looking at you too, Europe. Democracy is not alive and well in the Western world these days.

9:15am. Found the Peak Tram terminus. Walked on the car, 10 seconds later, doors closed, voice said, "Next tram in 18 minutes." #winning



It's so touristy. The tram stopped at "Peak Galleria". Haagen-Dazs. Madame Toussad's House of Wax. 20 wifi networks, none open. 9:34am

Rode the tram up, it was foggy at the top. Walked around, hopped a bus. Driver was friendly, waited while I jogged to the bus stop.



Took the bus to the ferry terminal. Rode the "famous Star Ferry" across Victoria Bay at 11am.



Walked around the waterfront at Tsim Sha Tsui. Saw the Bruce Lee statue at Avenue of the Stars.



I found a balcony outside the HK Museum of Art overlooking Victoria harbor. Did my sit ups, push ups and stretches. Feeling a lot better.

Carrying that backpack around yesterday made my muscles tense. I was exhausted last night, even though the time change is only 1 hour.

3:15pm. Took the ferry back to Wan Chai. About to sit down to a lunch of barbecue pork and rice.

Now it's 4:20. I came back to the guest house and took a shower. I'm going to lay down for my afternoon nap.

Met some kids staying at the guest house. Yao from Beijing (she's a Penn State alum) and Jeffrey from Toronto.



We went across to Kowloon side to meet some people for dinner at Mong Kok. I had an interaction with a "Circus Kung Fu master".



This guy was doing a Kung fu street performance. He forced me to volunteer. I held a thin steel rod about shoulder height...

And the guy grabbed the other end and wrapped it around his neck. TIGHT. This happened three times. His face was turning red.



I was seriously concerned that he was going to choke himself. Instead he say down and accepted donations from the peanut gallery.

Then we ate takoyaki and I went to meet up with Cheryl. She took me to Temple Street night market. There was a lot going on there.

We ate a pancake with oysters fried in it. A rice casserole with pork chop and Chinese sausage. And barbecue clams that were super tasty.



We sat next to a couple from the Philippines. She a travel agent and he a firefighter. They told us about white sand Philippine beaches.

Then a little night shopping on Temple Street. There's a lot to see there. Everything from traditional Chinese calligraphy to sex toys.




I found these amazing vintage posters that look to be at least 50 years old. Cheryl tried to explain Mah Jong (the board game) to me.

One of my roommates is a Columbian grad student named Pablo. I'm eavesdropping on a conversation about the cocaine wars and Pablo Escobar.

March 3, 2012

I woke up about 9:30 this morning really hungry. Against my better judgement I went to McDonald's for breakfast.

I went to 3 temples today. 2 taoist and one Buddhist. I didn't really know what to expect. There was a lot of incense being burned.





The Buddhist temple was similar to the Taoist temples. Very different from Korean temples.

A young woman was working in the Buddhist temple. She had found a gecko on the wall and was shining her iPhone's flashlight at it.

I bought a bundle of incense sticks, set them alight and walked around the temple.



I got on the tram and rode it for about 45 minutes. The weather is misty and dreary. I was feeling sleepy. I drank an iced Americano.

I found the subway, came back to the guest house, and took a shower.

Quick lunch of pork and rice. Took the ferry across the harbor and found the history museum.

History museum was fascinating. I learned a lot about the Chinese people who populated the area, especially the Tankas, or "boat people".

The boat people apparently lived their whole lives on boats until they settled in the 1950s.

I learned a lot about the Opium Wars. As usual, white people were the bad guys here.

British traders wanted to buy tea to ship to the US, UK, etc. they didn't have anything to trade, though.

Until they settled on smuggling opium from India into China. Eventually 10 million Chinese people would be hooked on the drug.



(Lin Zexu, our man in Guangzhou [Canton]. He was responsible for putting an end to the opium trade in 1839, the event which lead directly to the Opium Wars and the cession of Hong Kong Island to the British Empire.)



I hadn't realized that Hong Kong was occupied by the Japanese during WW2. Saw some interesting Japanese propaganda posters.

March 4, 2012

Last night I went out to dinner with Cheryl at a Szechuan restaurant. It was insanely spicy, but delicious.

We went to a dessert place in Causeway Bay and I had a hot papaya pudding. Tasty. It was really crowded there.

After hanging out at the guest house for awhile, I went out with a couple of my roommates to the nightlife district in Central.

We were standing outside the 7-11 drinking beers when this Hong-Kongese girl came up and started talking to me.

She showed me an unopened package of Kleenex and asked me if I had anything to trade, "like a cigarette or something."

I was seriously confused. Eventually I went in the 7-11 and bought her a small bottle of white wine to "trade" for the tissue.



Upon completion of our transaction, she explained to me that she was given a paper clip and challenged to see what she could get by trade.

I actually gave her a ₩1000 bill (less than $1) for the novelty of Korean money, but her friend reminded her that she could not accept cash.

I remember reading about a high school kid in the states who started with a Nintendo and arranged trades through CraigsList.

After months of trades, he actually "flipped" the Nintendo into a decent used car. There's a lesson to be learned here, I guess.

Anyway, old girl had turned her paper clip into a small bottle of wine, and it was just after midnight. I wonder what she ended up with.

I'm going to fly to Shanghai tonight and then have a long layover before flying back to Busan tomorrow morning.

Depending on how adventurous I feel, I might try to go out in Shanghai tonight.

My Korean friends have told me that they feel they don't have much freedom to dress and act as they would like.

There are a lot of men here who wear long hair and facial hair. Not common in Korea. There are also a lot more women with short hair.

I walked around Tsim Sha Tsui yesterday. Maybe my favorite part of HK that I've seen. I saw a real estate office and looked at the postings.

Apartments are really expensive here. I think a studio apartment in a nice neighborhood would cost over US$1000.

One great thing about living in Korea: teachers don't get paid all that much, but most jobs come with a furnished apartment. Nice perk.

So basically I could only live here if I was making an extra US$1000 a month over what I'm making in Korea.






I met Cheryl at a banquet style restaurant for dim sum. There were a lot of families there. We talked to the people at the table next to us.

This young disabled guy was staring at me so I introduced myself. He was with his mother and grandmother.

The dim sum was great, there is a lot of variety. We had 5 different dishes and drank Chinese tea. New fave: dumplings stuffed with shrimp.



Went back to the hostel and said goodbye to my hosts, Vincent and Nicole. She is getting married in October, so I joked that I will be back.


(Vincent, Nicole, and I)


(Cheryl and I)

Took the bus to HK airport for my 6:35pm flight to Shanghai. About to have a beer and get on the plane.

(in Shanghai)

Ran into a Swedish architect and a Spanish engineer coming from Sian. They told me to go to the French Concession to find an expat bar scene.

No seatbelt in the taxi. Driver is changing lanes every few seconds (in the rain) and honking at other drivers frequently. 9:45pm

To the French Concession. I found a place called Shanghai Brewery. Ordered a beer and chicken fajitas.

Met Francesca, an Italian designer working in Pudong with Volkswagen-Skoda. We decided to go out in the rain to find another bar.



Ended up at Westside Bar. Cool European vibe. This Chinese rock group was playing and they were damn good.



They played perfect covers of "Yellow", "21 Guns", and other American and English pop music.

Francesca and I shared a taxi back to Pudong, and then I hopped a cab back to the airport. It never stopped raining.

None of the three taxis I rode in had seatbelts. More than a little disheartening, especially given the weather and the driving style.

March 5, 2012

11:35am now. I'm back in Korea. Going to go to the jjimjilbang (Korean sauna) to shower, shave, and head in to work at 2.

The last four days has been a whirlwind trip, but I took my first bold step into the world of China. It was great.

The greatest Facebook status update in the history of the universe

Busan, Korea, December 21, 2011.

About a month ago, Bianca and I became friends on Facebook with this woman. I'm not going to share her name here, but I'll give you some information about her. She is a Korean woman living in Busan who sells cellphones for a living, and she is in a relationship with an American guy who teaches English here, always identified in her status updates as “my man”.

Her Facebook status updates are consistently amazing. Here’s her status update from this morning. Enjoy.

"Last night I had to talk about Big Foot for one and half hours with my man at 3:00 a.m which I didn't want to but he got a bit drunk and he was really serious about Big Foot.

After that we went to bed and I had dream that my man I got kidnap from Aliens to their mother ship and they said they are going to attack human beings and we got panic and didn't know what to do.

And suddenly the other Arien brought one Big Foot and it was holding cup ramyen. And Aliens saw that and take that cup ramyen and ate it.

And they said they decided to not attack this planet cause of cup ramyen and they let us go free and we ran and ran and ran till we couldn't run anymore. Yes, with a Big Foot.

All after that, all kind of Aliens in this univers, they are visiting and buying cup ramyen and the earth became a very popular planet in this univers.

So, yesterday I was looking up on internet for find some lego characters because I wanted to make something for orphanage kids for this Christmas (not sure that I can do tho) and randomly saw Darth Vader lego figure and thought about my friend who really likes Darth Vader. And later night my man talked about Big Foot and we ate cup ramyen before go to bed and I had this dream.

This dream reminds me of the movie 'Star Wars' in some way. Maybe version of Korean."

Pure gold. Bigfoot saved them from an Alien attack because there is nothing in the universe more delicious than a cup of ramen noodles.

Bad English

Busan, Korea, December 13, 2011.

I've recently (since moving to Asia) become much more aware of a unique, relatively recent phenomenon. With the advent of widespread global trade, the spread of British and American pop culture, and the establishment of English as the first global lingua franca, English is so hot right now. English.

But there is one dialect of English that's hotter than the rest: Bad English. It's not hard to see why.

"When Paris was queen in the 18th and 19th century, every educated person in Europe spoke French, a trait that lasted into the 20th century. Today, everybody speaks English, or at least Bad English, which is the world's fastest growing language." -Josef Joffe

[By the way, I took all of these pictures this year in Busan and Seoul. Enjoy!]



How should we describe this cup of coffee?

"Coffine Gurunaru wants to be a tree and
a ferry in a river just like a place to rest.
A good quality of coffee and the health
benefits of wine will definitely make your
body and your mind upgrade
and even your pride in your
life. Please take a deserved
break at Coffine Gurunaru.
Coffine Gurunaru is a resting
place for you."



A poem on a box of tissue.

"Scent of a Woman
Your smiles twinkling with a brimful of sunlight,
Your limpid tone of voice like as a dew,
With your sequestered song,
I feel very happy endlessly this moment, now.
Like as a sky after rain,
In your fagrance hanging down from the brimful of
sunlight,
Today, I feel every beautiful day, again."



This boutique shop is called "TiTi club". I was confused at first, because when I was in the Army there was this place the guys called... nevermind. It's not a big deal.



Another boutique shop with a name that makes me feel like a dirty old man. "Romantic Pussy".



This is the sign on one of the boutiques in the underground shopping mall next to the subway.

"Sometimes called an atelier, especially in earlier eras."



I have actually seen a few girls walking around wearing this t-shirt that says "Your Text Goes Here".



"The best ingredient in food is starvation."

I disagree. The best ingredient in food is, you know, the food.



I think this was supposed to say "Summer Beach Festival", but that's not what it says, is it?



Sometimes Bad English is a result of a too-literal translation. I'm sure "Open Minded Ear, Nose and Throat Clinic" sounds better in Korean than it sounds in English.



"What's in your mind? Are you girly, lovable and naive? Are you fatal, bad and sexy?"



On the side of Geumnyeon Mountain, you can enjoy a cup of "STARBUS COFFEE".



I would love to visit New York, New York, AKA "Gottrem City".



I guess whoever started this business to sell hiking clothes didn't look up the word "Blackface" on wikipedia: "Blackface is a form of theatrical makeup used in minstrel shows, and later vaudeville, in which performers create a stereotyped caricature of a black person." Ouch. Is it racist if it's an accident?



When I got here in the summer, the sign in front of this cafe on Gwanganli beach was my favorite example of Bad English.

"Sometimes...
Memory origin space
Maybe, it's..Park"



"Boston, Massachubatts
Est. 1600"

There is a real place called Boston, Massachusetts. It was established in 1630.



This is one of the things you encounter in Korea that's just impossibly cute. It's a notebook that looks like a passport. I saw it in the gift shop at Namsan Tower in Seoul.

"LOOK ME. Thank You. I am Sample."



These t-shirts are trying really hard to be badass, but it's just not working. Street shopping in Myeong-dong, Seoul.

"DEAB OR ALIVE
ONE OR EIGHT
GODSPEED YOU
NUFFSAID!"

"WHEN I DIE
BURY ME FACE DOWN
SO THE WHOLE DOWN
CAN KISS MY ASS!!"



"BOSTON: SINCE 1932"

If you've been reading this post for a few minutes, you might remember that Boston was established in 1630. I thought this might be referring to one of the professional sports teams in Boston, but that doesn't seem to be the case. The Boston Bruins hockey team was established in 1924. The Boston Celtics basketball team was founded in 1946. The Boston Red Sox baseball team was founded in 1901. I guess it's possible that something has been going on in Boston since 1932, but I don't know what that is.



This is a "Character Silicone Skin for the iPhone 4". Nothing out of the ordinary, especially the "MADE IN CHINA" tag. Wait a second... why the hell does it say "I ♥ PORN"?

I don't know. That's the kind of mind-blowing shit you're going to encounter when you expose yourself to Bad English.

Some dark thoughts on a train ride from Seoul to Busan

This is a transcript of a voice recording I made on November 28, 2011 at 11:12am.

I have been thinking about Korea a lot, obviously because I’m in this country, I’ve been here for almost six months, and I think I have really adjusted to living here. I think I have adjusted to the culture and a lot of those types of things. Of course, I’m not Korean, and even if I stay here for twenty years, I never will be Korean.

One of the things I am just blown away with is, “How did this happen? How did Korea go from, sixty years ago, being one of the poorest countries in the world, to now being one of the wealthiest countries in the world?” It’s an incredible accomplishment. I spent some time in Europe last year, I have spent time in a lot of the biggest cities in the U.S., a lot of the wealthiest cities in the U.S., and none of them quite compare to this place.

I feel like if you had gone back in time to 1955 or something and just said, “Using the U.S. as your model, how would you try to build a modern country more or less from scratch?” That’s almost exactly what Korea looks like today. I think about things like the fact that I can ride this train that goes almost 200 miles an hour from the biggest city in Korea to the second biggest city in Korea in less than two hours and it costs me $45 one way, cheaper than a plane ticket.

This morning I woke up and I was in a neighborhood (Hongdae) in Seoul. So I walked for five minutes and then I got on a train, rode the train for twenty minutes to Seoul Station, the central station, and then came up from that train, got in line, got a train ticket, got some McDonald’s breakfast, and then got on the next train bound for Busan. When I get to Busan, I will walk outside the train station, and I am going walk right outside, walk to this bus stop, get on the bus, be on the bus for less than half an hour, and then get off the bus at the stop right in front of my school.

Imagine if that was possible in the U.S. What if you could do that in Houston? What if I could stay with my friends Summer and Matt in Houston, and there was a subway station a few blocks away from their home, and I could take that subway station to downtown Houston, to a place we can call “Houston Station”, and there was this huge central train station in Houston. There were trains that go to the airports, there were trains that go to all the different suburbs, subways that go to the different areas of the city, and then there was a bullet train that went to Dallas and Fort Worth and another one that went to San Antonio and Austin.

I think it would be remarkable. I would be...it’s almost silly to speculate on that, because what we have is so far from that. But why is it silly to speculate on that? Why is it impossible? It’s impossible because we made all these decisions over the last 50 years, and the more I look at them the more it looks like we just made the most irresponsible choices that we could have made.

Instead of investing in our infrastructure of our cities, we built rings of suburbs around them and then let the cities deteriorate. Instead of following up the successes of the civil rights movement with some effort to actually bring Blacks and other minorities up to a level with Whites, we followed the Civil Rights movement with the War on Drugs and Vietnam and all these things that just absolutely brutalized the Black community and set them back...

So here we are, forty years later, and there are neighborhoods in the inner cities of Dallas and Houston, and every other major city that White people just won’t go to, because they are these crime-ridden environments that are just really dangerous and destructive, devastating to people’s lives.

How did we (the U.S.) get from there to here? It seems like such a high level of hubris on our part, to just assume that the world is going to continue down this track where we can continue to be the most successful country in the world. I was thinking abut the history of it, we talk about East meets West, these two cultures that developed more or less separately from each other coming together for the first time and how the West had all these natural advantages over the East, and the East was very slow to adapt to that.

The biggest country in the East, China, waited until the last thirty years to try to adapt. But now it seems like places like that are making all these bold moves. China is building this nationwide high speed rail network from scratch and trying to do it in ten years, at the same time that America’s infrastructure is deteriorating.

Koreans are nice.

Busan, Korea. 12:24am, December 5, 2011.

It’s hard to define exactly what it is that makes Korea such a fun place to live. There are a lot of things that go into it. The cities are well planned and have amazing public transportation. There’s hardly a street corner in Busan or Seoul that doesn’t have a bus stop on it, and in many parts of the city you are never more than a 5-10 minute walk away from the subway.

Korea is something like 70% mountains, and most of those, even in the city, have almost no development on them. From my apartment in downtown Busan, I can be hiking in the mountains within about 20 minutes. There are beautiful steams and creeks on the sides of all these mountains, and breathtakingly beautiful temples on almost all of them.

But I think what I really like about Korea is the people. I have had conversations about this, especially with Bianca. I don’t think Koreans are incredibly polite. It’s not unusual to have someone bump into you walking down the sidewalk. Oh, yeah, you can also be honked at by someone riding a motorcycle on the sidewalk. This strikes me as incredibly rude, and I don’t think I’m going to change my opinion on that anytime soon.

I once heard Bianca tell a Korean, “Korea is such a happy place!” and I agree somewhat, but I think that’s missing the point a little bit. Koreans are pretty stressed. Many are overworked. They are under a lot of pressure to succeed, and the pressure starts early. My middle school students are already worried about getting their test scores up so that they can get into a good university, so that they can get a good job with a big corporation, so that they can get married and support a family... It’s a lot of stress, and I think it gets in the way of really being happy.

Tonight, after spending much of the day sitting around the apartment watching TV shows, I ventured out into my neighborhood to get some bibimbap. One of the staple dishes of the Korean diet, bibimbap is basically rice, vegetables, a spicy paste, and a fried egg, served with side dishes of course. So I went to my usual place and ordered my usual bibimbap.

I noticed a strange voice coming from the table next to me. After observing for a minute, I figured out that the middle aged people sitting at the table, two men and a woman, were all deaf. They were communicating in what I assume is Korean sign language, and also making some of the vocal sounds that I have heard deaf people make before. They noticed me eating my meal, and we kind of nodded at each other and smiled.

Sometimes, when I am hungry, I can eat an enormous meal in less than five minutes. It’s a skill I developed by being a kid, and then perfected when I was in the Army. That’s pretty much what I did with my bibimbap tonight. I wolfed it down. One of my deaf neighbors pantomimed a bulging belly, and I laughed.

The woman offered me some of their gimbap (rice, “bap”, wrapped in seaweed, “gim”). So I got up, walked over to their table with my chopsticks, and ate a piece of their gimbap. Of course I had to exchange handshakes, fist-bumps, and pats on the back with them. I then sat back down at my table to finish my side dishes.

One of the men at the table communicated to the waitress that he wanted to order another plate of gimbap. I realized that he was ordering it for me! So the waitress made a plate of gimbap, put it in a to-go box, tied it in a bag and set it in my backpack.

I went back over to their table for another round of handshakes and fist-bumps. I wanted to say something in Korean to them, but I was afraid they wouldn’t be able to hear it. So I pulled out my flash cards and found the card that says "가는그렉이에요", or “My name is Greg” in Korean. Then I was out the door and back onto the street, with my plate of gimbap that was bought to me by some deaf Koreans who probably don't have as much money as me, and almost certainly have a harder life than mine.

I think I know what makes Korea such an amazing place: the people. They aren’t supernaturally happy, or polite, but they are the friendliest people I have ever met.

Everywhere I have been in this country, Koreans introduce themselves to me, want talk to me in broken English and compliment my very basic Korean, and treat me like family. They always want to buy a meal or a drink, and they always ask about my family. One day I was hiking in the mountains and stopped to ask a Korean for directions. Half an hour later, this guy took me to a little restaurant on the side of the mountain and bought me my fill of pajeon, aged kimchi, and makkeoli (rice wine). Suffice it to say that I was full and a little drunk by the time I got on the bus back down the mountain. Oh, and the old woman who owned the restaurant made me take about a kilogram of her aged kimchi home with me.

I think a language tells you a lot about how the people who speak that language think and act. Korean doesn't really have pronouns. When you’re talking about someone, or to someone, you either refer to them by their name or by your relationship to them. And most of these relationship names that people use are really family names. A Korean girl or woman will refer to an older friend as “unni”, which literally means “my older sister”. My Korean friends tell me that I should call a middle aged woman working at a restaurant or market “imo”, which literally means “my mother’s younger sister”.

All these are words to describe family relationships. And that’s what I’ve found about Koreans. They will go out of there way to treat you like a member of their family. It feels great to be treated that way, especially when you are thousands of miles away from your own family.
Busan, Korea, August 7, 2011.

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On Tuesday I will celebrate my 2 month anniversary in Korea! Time flies!

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