Adventures in Americana

I'm home.
I'll write more about my last weeks in Korea soon...
but in the meantime, some things to consider about America:

Just in case you've been wondering...they do NOT allow quail eggs to touch American soil. No matter how well you've packed them deep in the folds of your underpants, they will find them and rid the western world of these possibly toxic bird influenza-ed balls of brown goodness while you innocently watch on the sidelines.

RedRobin tastes better when you're not falling asleep in the ketchup. NOTE TO SELF: next time you want to eat french fries to celebrate your homecoming, wait until jetlag has subsided.

Remember how I complained that it took 45 minutes to get anywhere in Seoul? It still takes 45 minutes to walk to the grocery store in the suburbs. Curses!

Carrying a 12 pack of caffeine free Diet Dr. Pepper back from said Grocery Store for 45 minutes should count as a full week of exercise. It doesn't. But luckily....

24 hour fitness has a lot of white people sweating in it and no naked asian women in the sauna.

Understanding what everyone is saying has its advantages when you want to ask where something is in a store but presents a distinct disadvantage when you are awkwardly seated next to a weird guy on an 8 hour overseas flight.

Nieces and Nephews are the best thing since sliced bread.