Today I traveled from my hotel to my school, to drop off three suitcases that I’ll use when I get back from my week of training in Seoul.

When you’re on the trains and subway, you feel like you’re traveling in a classier version of New York City or San Francisco.

It was actually refreshing to be in a taxi, driving down roads, shared with people, bicycles, fruit stands, and the strong smells of city life. Felt like Mexico or Ghana! The taxi driver was talking about 10% English, but non-stop. He asked my age and marital status. I wondered if I’d meet someone in Korea and yes, I already have one offer of a Korean boyfriend. Nice!

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