It's about damn time

Twenty-two hours later and we finally made it. We flew Korean Airlines, and I can't say I have too many complaints. We got to sit in the first aisle behind business class so there's was lots of leg room. The downside was we sat next to three little Vietnamese girls - about 2, 4 and 6 - whose mom kept falling asleep and so they were running up and down the aisles. The mom didn't speak much English, and she acted like she didn't know we were stopping in Korea... Who knows.

A tip for those international travelers out of O'Hare: eat before you come through security. There aren't any restaurants once you get in the terminal. However, they did keep feeding us and feeding us on the flight. You'd finally get comfortable and maybe ready to fall asleep and then they'd turn those piercing lights back on and come through with the cart. About every two hours! Travis' first meal was interesting - a Korean dish with a bunch of chopped up who-knows-what and rice and this chili paste that was in a toothpaste tube. Once he got it figured out, he said it was good though.

I tried to update from Seoul, but every time I opened Blogger, it switched to Korean and our layover didn't give me enough time to figure it out. But it's good to be back on the ground - and in the pool!