It’s getting late on a Monday night, I drank my dinner from a large, ugly, plastic bottle, I’m thousands of miles from home and years and years from when I’d rather be. Nobody speaks English, and even if they did they still wouldn’t listen.

So what else is there for me but to listen to “On My Feet” and hope I’m not too hungover in the morning to teach a bunch of 10-year olds how to say “How are you?”

Thanks, E.

Greetings from Daegu, Korea.

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