In a day and a half, the students will arrive here at Camp Fulbright, and everything will begin. I feel kind of like a grandmother waiting to hear the pitter-patter of little feet on her doorstep. Here's what we look like, unpacking boxes. Exciting, no?

Vinnie, our fearless Camp Director, gets way into this.

Before I left Seoul, I went out with Jin, one of my students from Boston, and his friend Nuri.

Jin is, by all accounts, adorable.

Now as some of you know, I pride myself on being able to eat spicy food. In fact, I never want to eat anything but. BUT! On this particular occasion, we went out for some beer and ordered "bul-tak" or fire chicken. Let me tell you, whatever they put in this stuff, it made my mouth turn to molten lava for a good 15 minutes with just one bite. We all tried to be macho, but it sat on the table virtually untouched. I have been defeated!!
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