No matter where you are, facebook stays the same. Kind of like God.

Here I am in the “land of smiles.”
Let me start off by telling you how legit Korean Air is, they have great service and great entertainment. I spent my first flight with them (over 13 hours) utilizing much of their entertainment because I got no sleep. I do not usually sleep on planes and I think it has something to do with my hatred of them. I have flown various times and it has never gotten better. I am in a constant state of fear; I keep my seatbelt on even when the seatbelt light is of, during every take off and landing I feel I am about to have a heart attack, and the only times I do sleep is at the tail end of whatever last flight I’m on.
But forget about that, I’m in Thailand!
It was raining of and on my first day here, but even with the rain it so beautiful. It is green and lush, the houses all joined together and quant, and it feels like summer (much unlike the winter I left). I arrived at around midnight (noon back at home) and there streets where about as full as they would be in my small Midwestern town. However, come daylight the streets became quite full. I was taken out on a motor bike by one of my housemates, and it scared the crap out of me. How on earth is one expected to menuvor on these roads? I find myself continuing to fight the urge to quote “the Wizard of Oz,” and state I’m “not in Kansas anymore.”
My room here is possibly the same size as the one back home (its hard to tell ‘cause its not crammed with stuff), but unlike at home, I have a living area. So basically I have more room here, and not as much stuff. That is the opposite of the problems I faced at home. Irony anyone? I’m living in, what I understand to be the youth building of the church I have come to see. Everyone here is very friendly and kind, even the kids, whom I cannot understand because of my awful lack of Thai.
The food I have had thus far has been amazing. For my first lunch I had a rice dish, which is, I’m guessing most common in the house. I should have waited for an explanation as to what everything was, but instead I served myself and took too much of what I was later told to be some sort of “spicy taste.” HOLY CRAP! Even my lips where burning. Once I diluted it with a bucket load of rice, it tasted good. I have decided I am going to need to build up to something that spicy. My poor Midwestern taste buds.
I have been informed that I will have a few days to settle in, but past that I am unclear as to what I will be doing.
I hope all is going well in the states. It would be great to hear from you all, so hit me up. Although I must warn you, my internet is very limited so I cannot respond right away.
Catch you on the flip side.