We stopped at Chilsung, an observation post just before the DMZ. From the windows of the building, we had a decent view of both the DMZ (the 2.5 mile-wide de-militarized zone between North and
Two days after the DMZ visit, we headed off to
I met my host family late Friday evening. I think I was more anxious then any first day of school/ date/ important thing in the last five years. I don’t have any real complaints, though—my family is really kind. I have a large room in their apartment on the sixth floor with a view of a Family Mart below and a mountain in the background. My host parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lee, are doctors. Mrs. Lee knows some English. Mr. Lee doesn’t, but he comes off as warm and good-humored. I have two host sisters, ages 12 and 14, who spend at least 4 hours a day taking classes in things like English and math after school. I live in an extremely talented family that makes me guilty for not studying more. I still haven’t figured out the bowing thing and have dropped something with my chopsticks at every meal (excluding breakfast, where we thankfully use spoons), but I’m getting by and am learning. Tomorrow I should be getting a cell phone, and on Monday I teach my first classes. Wish me luck!