Home Sweet Hostel

I've been staying at an absolutely wonderful hostel (or guest house, as it self-identifies) the past week. The owners, Mrs & Mr Kim, live here as well -- there is definitely a family vibe in the air. While it still is a hostel, considering that people cycle in and out each day, there is a core group of us in room 6 (woot room 6!) that have been here awhile (awhile = more than 4 days). Each day we have coffee together, talk about life, korean culture, etc etc. And each night there is someone to talk about your day and whatever exciting things happened throughout its course.

For example -- today it's raining. Not the best weather to explore a city, even so I went out because I didn't want to go stir crazy. The big event of the day was that it took me 4 ATMs to find one that was willing to give me cash. A little disconcerting -- since I wouldn't be able to swing the last week in Korea with 9000 won.

**Ok, I realize this isn't that interesting. My life has become quite simple, in fact, and getting cash out was the primary goal of the day. That and filing my nails. Score! Both goals accomplished.**

The point of my ramblings: someone was here at the hostel (that I have a previous history with) that I was able to tell about the ATM traumarama. Not that it was that much of a traumarama, but like I wrote, my life is pretty simple. (Right now I'm eavesdropping on one roommate explaining to another why girls wear nail polish. It's absolutely riveting.)

I'm in Seoul for two more nights, then off to Sokcho for 3 nights, then back to Seoul for two more nights, then -- get ready -- back to the states. One more week of international travel -- hard to believe.