What's this...
Is... is Dijon posting?!
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Well once again  find myself in Korea, and so far it has been a bit of a roller coaster ride.
that started with a 2 hr ride to D.C. to catch my plane and ends right now with two sore pinkie toenails.

View from the plane

Ready for the long flight

My temporary bed

First off, after being cramped in a car for 2 hrs to reach the airport, I almost missed my plane due to me over packing (which is totally not my fault nor is it due to my slight shopping addiction) and having to switch things between bags as quickly as possible. After my family half stressed me to death by telling me the time and what I should get rid of, I hurriedly made my way to my gate only to be stopped by the longest security line in the world. People's planes were taking off left and right and the people (who had like 4 mins left to get to their plane, mind you) were trying to cut the line but at this point I was getting a bit ruthless because it was 12:45 and my plane finished boarding at 1:00pm. I told one man he couldn't go ahead and he looked back at his family and said "We can't go ahead, they wont let us go ahead".... you darn skippy I wasn't letting him go. they took the chance of coming late: not my fault ( see? ruthless aren't I?).
But despite my gamble with fate, 22 hrs and one delay later, I was in Korea. With the help of my Korean friend, Dave, and my host in Seoul, I managed to make it to my lodgings with no trouble.
So me being the adventurous type, I decide to explore around (at about 1:30 am after showering and settling), but first I needed cash, of course!! I go up to the ATM and everything was fine.. until I dropped my cad in between the cracks of the wooden porch. You'll understand my distress when you know that it was my main card to withdraw money. As I stared down in shock, my mind started to race and I ran into the convenience shop that the porch was apart of. I tried my best in both English and Korean to explain to the shop clerk what had happened to my card. he looked sufficiently apologetic

 
when he mimed to me that he didn't know how to help me. As I sat outside crying a little, the clerk came back outside with a pair of chopsticks. At that point,I just wanted to get my card, no matter what it took. After 5 pairs of chopsticks, and a dozen Korean people who prob think I am crazy, =, I got my card back somehow. It was a horrific experience, and I am still traumatized by it. that was just the first day, too! I passed my test so can we not throw anymore curve balls, Fate?
It's a wonder  even come outside....