Anyong from Asbury Park!

For starters:

15 hour plane ride + 4 hour wait in Incheon International Airport + 4 hour bus ride to Jeonju = not happy Big American Man.

Being a stranger in a strange land can take a toll on anyone's mental health. The fix, according to many culture shock studies that I made up for this blog, is maintaining contact with friends and loved ones from your homeland. That's why, upon searching for a pronounceable meal at the airport, my bad mood trickled away when I was greeted by a few old friends:



Note: Here KFC stands for Korean Fried Chicken. And like it's American counterpart, it's smeared in delicious chicken tears.

I decided to dive right in and sample some of the local fare, so for 4,000 Korean Won, or about 6 American cents, I had the pleasure of trying what the locals here call an "Egg McMuffin." The rough English translation I believe is "Egg McMuffin," or more literally, "Most Esteemed Son of Chicken Muffin." But my Korean is still a little rusty.

After breakfast I went looking for something to satisfy my big American sweet tooth, and I made my way to small convenience store called Mini Stop (also a popular brand of Korean condoms). And there I found the following:

I've never been a church-going man, but at the moment I first saw this waffery, chocolate-coated chunk of serendipity, I was never more sure that there was a God, that He loved us very much, and that like Pat Robertson has been preaching for years, He too is a Big American Man.