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Annyong Hasseyo

Which means, good morning, good afternoon, good evening.

And its the only thing I've learned so far.

That and thank you, which is kamsa-hamneeda, although I had to just look that up as I keep forgetting.

I'm on such information overload that I don't know where to start.

We arrived Friday to the friendliest welcome I have ever experienced. The evening was filled with nodding and poorly executed customs such as taking your shoes off and never pouring your own drink.

The last two days have been filled with preparation for tomorrow, fear and trepidation, wonder and amazement, tiredness and jet lag, overall emotional roller coaster.

There is not way to describe being in a country where you not only don't know the language, you can't understand the written words. It's been a very humbling and scary experience so far.

I'm planning for a couple of bad days over the next couple of weeks. Our apartment is beginning to feel a bit more like home but we are both ready to get Monday here and get started.

I hope I'm ready for this ride....


Debbie Foster said…
Abbey - I have been checking your site 10 times a day waiting to see that you got there! Congrats, and I must say, you are a brave woman. I am so excited for you, and am anxiously awaiting the tales of the adventure. If you are able to receive care packages, and you need anything, email me your address privately and I will send some stuff on!
thanks so much debbie!!!:) i can't believe I've already made a list longer than my arm...ha ha ha...will write soon xx

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