The 15 hour flight across the North American continent touching the Arctic Circle before swooping past Russia and into South Korea's capital of Seoul, gave me perspective. The flight attendant gracefully walks to my row and says something in hanguk that I can't even begin to image what it means. "...What...?" I respond.
"Oh, sorry," she begins once more, "we have beef or bibimbap for lunch."
" Beef, please. Kamsa-hamnida," I mutter and go back to watching "Coraline."
Oh, geez. I'm actually here. I'm actually doing this. Okay, breathe.