Korea Numero 2.

I'm baaaaack. It is now 10:30pm Ohio time and I am still in the air! 3 more hours! I'm very excited. So they are playing another movie. My Week With Marilyn. It is about Marilyn Monroe. Is a decent movie on a plane a crime? Guess so. Also, great news. I found plaid! Yay plaid you are cute! Okay, that's all for now.

Update! One hour and 16 minutes left. I have just about been up for 22 hours now. Solid. We are at 38,088 feet and there are 507 miles left to go! We are going 563 mph and have traveled 5,155 miles. It's been fun. Not really. Second meal time! Either noodles and pork or a turkey sandwich. Since I don't eat pork I'm stuck with the sandwich, yippeeeee! Stay tuned.

Preparing to descend! It is 1:00am in Ohio. Where I am it is 2:00pm. Crazy stuff! They put it yet another movie. This one is about whales and Drew Barrymore is in it. Anything she is in is a mistake. So there you go. My turkey sandwich was nasty. It was crunchy and covered in melted cheese. Ah we are landing! Gtg!

Landed in Korea at 2:30pm their time, 1:30am Ohio time. The plane got the best of me and I felt like I was gonna puke. The airport was like 500 degrees so that didn't help. But it was all okay because when we got in the train and I look to who is standing next to me and it is PLAID SHIRT. Fate. But I finally lost him at customs. It was a shame. So now we are sitting in the airport. Dad lost the bus information and we have no phones. He's gone off somewhere. Me and the bros are sitting here and not sleeping in over 24 hours has defi taken its toll. We are in a very tense, stressful environment as you can believe. Oh and this just in. Dad got ahold of someone and we are back in business. The only question is can I stay up for six or seven more hours until I can sleep? Only time will tell. If you are this far in my blog, thank you for not giving up on me. And thanks for your time. You're cute.

So after the airport we got on a bus that takes us to Seoul. It's hot and pretty miserable, but what are you gonna do? So we get off when we think it is our stop. It's not. So we call the girl who is picking us up and she says she'll be there in ten minutes. Meanwhile we sat streetside for a while with all of our luggage, getting stared at. A lot. I yelled to them that just cause we look different doesn't mean we are. Which made them judge us even more. And there was an underground "entertainment bar" right by us. So that was cool. Finally our ride came and took us to her apartment. It was then that I realized Korean driving is not like American. They don't really like to stop or slow down. Even if there is a car coming at you on a one lane street or if a person is in the street. So watch out. So we get to this apartment and now we've been up for about 28 hours. So yeah. Good plan. Let's go out to eat. So we go to this place where they cook the food in front of you (which I soon learned happened at almost all Korean restaurants). We had to take off our shoes and sit on the floor. I almost fell asleep. Curtis did. And only Ben and Jack ate so the rest of us just sat. Then, after being there for a while we decide to walk home. Which is probs a great idea considering our mental state from no sleep and Korean driving. We almost got hit like seven times. Oh well. We made it back and all went to bed. But I realized I didn't eat dinner and I was starving. The only thing I had access to was almonds. So. It was cool.

I woke up at 6:00am. (We're no longer on Ohio time in this blog.) Not used to the time change. Went to the bathroom but couldn't find the light. It was scary. Came back and had a whole box of wheat thins. Then the grandma made us gimbap, which is just rice in seaweed rolls. It was delish. Then we had to go by train to meet Curt and Jack's foster moms. While we were walking to the place, a man approached us and asked us if we could proofread a paper for him. We exchanged numbers and turns out his name was Sinclaire. Priceless. So then we went to the place to meet the foster moms. We got there early so we were able to see where the babies are kept until they find foster homes. They were adorbz. Then we met Curtis' foster mother, sister, and brother. Then we met Jack's foster mother and she asked him what he wanted to be when he grows up. He said a caterer, classy. So then we walked around and finally found a place to eat lunch. They spoke not one word of English. So that was rough. After just one day I have already lost the excitement and joyfulness I always got when I saw an Asian. Here, it's just the norm. And I've adapted. What I do get excited about is when I see a non-Asian. (NA, as we liked to call them.) (When we saw an NA, we would say "NAA", meaning non Asian alert.) It gives me hope that we aren't the only ones here. They get stares too. We are united. It is wonderful. Cause it is rough when the whole population stares at you. I've done nothing wrong.

After lunch, we got back on the train to go to a market. It was cool but I'm not a shopper so it got real old real fast. So we were there for a while and I was videotaping cute boys. Naturally. Is that illegal? Oh well. They were cute. So then we went back to the apartment and gave the family we are staying with some presents. They liked them. So then we went to bed. Cause we were tired. And maybe you're tired of reading this. So take a break, take a nap, and come back later.

Woke up Saturday morning. I was all like, Woah, Morning! We decided a bike ride would be acceptable. We went with the lady we are staying with and her three daughters. They are seven, six, and four. And cute. We went to the library first, and the little girl rode her bike into the library. Naturally. And no one even cared. In America, everyone would judge a child on a bike in a library. Not here though. So then we went to the bike rental. Jack and I went into the room with all the bikes and this lady starts yelling at us in Korean. It was scary. So we got two seater bikes. It was not a fun time. My butt is still in pain. So then we went back to the apartment and got our things. We got on the train and went to a new place to stay. Speaking of the train, I forgot to talk about it. The train is always crowded. On one ride it was so packed that no one could move. And when it's your stop, you just have to push through and hope you can get to the doors before they close. No one moves out of the way. You just have to squeeze through. It's an adventure. Dad barely made it out once. The doors were closing and he pushed them back open and jumped out real fast. It was nice. People judged. SO after we got settled in at the new place, we left for a baseball game. It was exciting. The fans are so much more into it there than in America. They have so much fun. And in case the Americans weren't being stared at enough, dad had to go and catch the a foul ball. And everyone stared. A lot. Oh hey. So we leave the game an inning early to beat overpopulation of the train on the way back. We go to get through the gate and our train cards are out of money. So we are racing against the clock to reload them. Before the crowd comes.. We made it. And we got back to the house and went to bed. Goodnight. Stay fresh!