Me? Bitter?

I recently went back and read over some of the things I had written while traveling through Asia at the end of my year in Korea. A few comments:

*SO sorry for all the spelling mistakes and bad grammar. I was mostly in internet cafes and trying to type quickly. It has nothing to do with being a terrible speller and not having had an English class since high school (or a grammar class since middle school). Honest.

**Pictures would have been nice. I’ll work on that.

***Man, I sound bitter in a lot of those stories. Sure there were fits of frustration and plenty of short-fuse days, but those were the exceptions rather than being the overall themes of the trip. What I love about traveling are the unexpected annoyances, abrupt changes, think-on-the-feet reactions, and interesting (yes, sometimes annoying) people. It is life magnified, fast-forward, set in exotic locales, and with a very different set of responsibilities and worries. That’s why I travel. Plus, I like to complain about stuff.