So we survived the 12 hour plane ride from San Francisco to Seoul. The kids actually did pretty well (the carseat that we brought for Joy was a lifesaver), but it was challenging enough that if we lived here long-term I definitely wouldn't be tempted to go home more than once a year. Not to mention the difficulty that we would have with the time change each time we went home to visit. I just kepting thinking about all of our friends who work shift-work at the plants and wondering "how do they do this switch from night to day all the time?" It took us about a week to adjust our sleep schedule, and I think it will take us one more week to shake the tired feeling we still seem to have during the day.
After we got through customs at the airport in Seoul we found a man holding up a sign that said "Mr. Ripa, Daniel Scott". The man's name was Alvin, and he has become our favorite driver at our complex. As we were about to exit the airport I spotted a Jamba Juice-- that was a good first impression of Seoul. And I took great comfort in the thought that I could tell my friend, Leanne, that we were going to be okay in Seoul. I ordered 5 smoothies just so I could tell her in good conscience that we were eating well in Korea.
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