Ode to Korea

I've been here three weeks. I sweat enough every day to fill up a liter water bottle. I've lost enough weight that my shorts and tank tops are starting to get a little baggier. I've taken to eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches like they're going out of style. Oh, and cereal. I drink at least a liter of water a day.

How can I be losing weight like this you're wondering? Because people, I walk at LEAST 6 miles a day in 90+ degree weather. And for what you're wondering? Because the ATM that takes foreign debit cards is a 5 mile walk. That, and the closest place to get apple juice, bread, and some comforts of home is a 4 mile round trip walk. Not to mention school and back. Did I say it was hot? It's hot. Do the cab drivers understand English? No. Can I read a Korean bus map? No. So I just walk, what's the worst that could happen? Oh yea, I could get mowed down by some insane Korean driver.... have I mentioned that red lights are only optional here? They are, as long as you blast your horn to warn pedestrians, you're golden to barge through any red light. I place my life in God's hands every time I cross a street here.

A bonus: I'm starting to get quite the round bum and some muscle definition. I know most of you reading this are thinking "Jasmin, we didn't quite need to know about your bum" but there it is, I'm throwing it out there for you. And if anyone at DRS is reading this, I really miss answering the front phone when Kathie goes to lunch. No seriously, I am. I still wake up here thinking what Citifinancial has due today.

It's hotter here than I've ever experienced, and I'm living healthier here than I ever have anywhere else. And walking down 3 flights of stairs 6 times a day sure helps too.

And when it rains in the heat and the smell from the open sewer grates rises up? Yea, I'm getting used to that too.