On Saturday, I woke up watching Rocky Balboa, which I love, and love even more when it’s presented in English among all the Korean infomercials of fish, heated mats, and belly-controlling spandex tights. Rocky is so philosophical in this one: “The older I get, the more things I have to leave behind.” I watched and enjoyed, and around noon, Skyped with my family and caught up with the events of Pennsylvania. I worked out for a few hours and then headed to the famous Dragon Hill Spa at Yongsan Station around 5. Continue reading
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Seoul is Not Vienna
“Seoul is not Vienna.” They were some of the first words my American friend and I exchanged on our new Korean cell phones. Continue reading
New in Korea
The plane takes off, and I realize, it actually happened. I am on a plane for the far east. Continue reading
Leaving America: 2011 version
It’s never easy escaping the shores of the land of the free; it’s never easy flying over the home of the brave away to a strange land. My belief that I find myself through being alone, out of my comfort zone, with strangers, forced to figure things out, speaking new languages and eating weird food is what propels me to travel. Continue reading
William Sabia 