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squid and pork

I've been in Korea for a week but it feels like years. I really like the Soju ( a hard rice based liquor). I have been teaching little kids this week but I will teach older kids soon in a program called GATE (gifted and talented education). It's been really busy. Yesterday i worked from 9 AM and didn't get home until 9 PM, but it should level out soon. The GATE program is an elite program and the school is developing the English program so it's hectic right how.

I am also enjoying sitting on the floor with a nice cushion. It's a lot more comfortable than I thought it would be. I went to a barber shop only to find it was a brothel and they didn't like foreigners (there was a spinning pole that indicated a barber shop but that's just a disguise. It wasn't a pleasant experience.

Wal mart has helped me out. I've been there every night this week for supplies. But even Wal Mart is a strange experience in Korea. No one speaks English and it smells very strange.

I'm enjoying the school even with the long hours this week. The little kids are very eager. The food really is amazing. I've eaten a lot of BBQ pig intestines and feel great. The spicyness sits well with my bowels.

Tomorrow (Saturday) I'm going to visit Seoul. It should be interesting.

The little things make a difference. I just got a pillow from Wal Mart and I am in heaven. The school provided a rock for my head and it wasn't good enough.

I should have some pictures soon. I will take my camera to Seoul tomorrow and hopefully get some cool pics.

I hope I will have time to write some poetry soon. I just have to keep reminding myself it's only been a week since I wrote poetry. It really does feel like years.

Dried squid, pork, and octopus.

YUM YUM!!!

Comments

Melissa said…
Adam would love to have been a fly on the wall when you walked into the barber-shop brothel. Were the folks as knowledgeable as the very conscientious man who manned the butt-plug counter at the porn shop in New Orleans? Enjoy the intestines-- when you come home you can try chitlins.

We miss you-- Melissa
didi said…
hola.

coming to miami would have been a similar experience you know.

d.
Mike said…
Hey, Marcus. This is Mike. Give Shane and I a call at our apartment. 555-1122.

Actually, it might be 555-2211. I guess you'll have to try both. I'm not sure of the number because I've never used it before.
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