
At one point, our flights home were set for 19 October. And then 15 November, to leave in seven hours, no joke. Three hours ago, we jetted over to the downtown office of Korean Air to fix that and finalize delaying our departure until mid-December.
I stole some squares of their pink toilet paper out of rebellion.
Oh, and a magazine; one about corruption.
Also, I'm holding off on posting more photos of us so that you can forget what we look like, and then be horrified when we return and our faces remind you that you are not, in fact, friends with or related to exotic world travelers who delight in experiencing the bizarre, but are, instead, friends with or related to the same old, same old Todd and Amy, who live in a cupboard in Springville.
...who use commas like they were burning holes in their pockets.
Yeah, that pair.
[Who locked into their engagement one solid year ago, I might add.]
[Sheesh, stop talking, Amy.]
xoxo