There's an increase in noise outside as the people are rushing in before curfew. This is the last night here in Jeonju. The last night of orientation. The last night belonging to something that feels less like a minority. We are the minority here, and tomorrow we start feeling like it.

I didn't go out. I stayed in and packed my bags full and scooted them down to the lobby and then sat here replying to email and going through pictures. I'm uploading some photos and it's taking a while. Should have uploaded in smaller chunks. Oh well. Not like I'm any more or less tired.

God is good, even in a place where everything is unfamiliar. I've survived eating all kinds of things, and narrowly missed crunching into fish bones. (i shudder.) Many people were scarred for life.
I've eaten pickled radish, beet, and who knows what other vegetables. I've had calamari, fish, fish cake (soup omyword it's delicious!), samgyetang (so so so good), and so many weird foods I can't remember them all. I admit to praying and asking for some foods. It's not to say I dislike Korean food in any way - but in the process of changing my diet, it's hard to go from low fat, low fiber no dairy to.... higher fat, high fiber, and some things are sneakily dairy. I eat kimchi 3 times a day (and enjoy it!).

But it's bedtime.