Some puntastic title I can't think of right now.

Well, we survived our first week of teaching. Currently we're enjoying our homemade Americanos on our balcony and relaxing before work. The one tragedy is that our Americanos this morning meant opening the second of three packs of Lavazza espresso we brought to hold us over until we discovered either more espresso, or sadly realized we'd need to switch back to good ol' drip coffee. I suppose this is a good tragedy to be facing considering we've just moved across an ocean to a random Asian country for a year. The apartment is finally looking and feeling like somewhere we can call home for the year thanks to a bottle of bleach, some solid elbow grease, and a few investments in incandescent lighting (they don't make warm white CFLs over here, cold white is not an option unless jumping off our balcony is). Also, we invested in a sofa bed for all y'all feeling a bit of wanderlust. Pics soon to come of the inside, but until then here's a smattering of our adventure to date (kinda a little small smattering, sorry):


The concrete apartments are just the way it is, but the mountains aren't too shabby. It's the view from the walkway to our apartment on the 13th floor.

Crazy kickin' Korean. I thought my sister would get a kick (pun intended?) out of this one as she is often subjected to this crazy ritual at bus stops and crosswalks all over Richmond.

Good bye dinner and drinks with staff (good-bye to the other teachers, we're still here for 51 more weeks). Hooray, friends and cards and beer on the balcony/patio/porch!
Boys at the baseball game. We decided to cheer for the team with the better uniforms, thankfully we were also sitting in that teams section.

Cheering for the Lotte Jai-ee-an-sey (Giants, actually, the Koreans have a knack for making one or two syllable words upwards of five or six syllables). Also, our teams cheerleader was a man in a uniform with white gloves and a whistle who lead us in cheers to the tune of everything from the "Hallelujah Chorus" to "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah" to "Mary Had a Little Lamb" and other random melodies.

And of course, hanging out at the Spicers. And also a rare glimpse at my actual presence in Korea. As you can see the hair is holding its own in the humidity and pollution.

We're doing our first touristy thing this weekend and heading to the Korean War museum. I'd say it'll be "fun" but that seems like a slightly odd choice of a word. Kinda like Thomas wishing our boss a "Happy Memorial Day" this weekend as it was the Korean equivalent of Remembrance Day on Saturday. We're learning.