<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306</id><updated>2012-01-13T15:51:43.702-08:00</updated><category term='North Korea'/><category term='teaching in korea'/><category term='Cabbages and Condoms'/><category term='DMZ'/><category term='differences'/><category term='Thailand'/><category term='Thai Massage'/><category term='Bangkok'/><title type='text'>ExpectingGreatness</title><subtitle type='html'>“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-3610388106922553228</id><published>2012-01-13T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:51:43.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising....my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPahUPATLBM/TxDBJ0BCK0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/GH095P6ElZU/s1600/380803_10151133215455183_739585182_22463258_764982369_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPahUPATLBM/TxDBJ0BCK0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/GH095P6ElZU/s320/380803_10151133215455183_739585182_22463258_764982369_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend Emily and I went on a quick, 3 day Carnival cruise from Miami to Nassau last weekend. It was a great time, the weather was sunny, the drinks and food were delicious, and our room on the ship was small but very comfortable. This isn't really about the cruise itself. It's about how I feel after finishing the cruise. When I got home, I read a book called "Cruise Confidential" by Brian Bruns. The book was supposed to give me additional insight into the lives of crewmembers...including where they live, eat, and party. I was fascinated during the cruise to learn that everyone working on a cruise ship is from another country. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9JEt14GNPs/TxDBQa3OLaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/n7iyQtCs4po/s1600/Cruise-Confidential.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9JEt14GNPs/TxDBQa3OLaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/n7iyQtCs4po/s200/Cruise-Confidential.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During the cruise Emily and I made friends with two bartenders (or to be more exact, a bartender and a bar waiter). Daniel and Igor shared a bit about life on the ship.... including some of the crazy things they've seen.... and how hard they work. After the cruise, I was feeling like things were okay. The two of them were fun, and I hoped that we entertained them with our shenanigans as much as they entertained us with their stories and straw art. I felt like Emily and I were very low-key and didn't ask for or expect anything crazy. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm-3I5zbT8Y/TxDBXfEu-hI/AAAAAAAAAds/fBQiIQCioz4/s1600/strawart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm-3I5zbT8Y/TxDBXfEu-hI/AAAAAAAAAds/fBQiIQCioz4/s200/strawart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then I read the book. After reading, I remembered one of the bartenders telling us that they sign an 8 or 9-month contract, and generally they work about 75 hours a week. Think about that for a minute.... working 75 hours a week for 9 months...without one day off? I know that they are probably aware of what they are getting themselves into when they sign the contract. But I can't imagine feeling like that job is my only option for making decent money for me or to support my family. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-onPDIqi7RG0/TxDCUXHhBuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aUbni_JW410/s1600/drink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-onPDIqi7RG0/TxDCUXHhBuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aUbni_JW410/s200/drink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The book did say that most of the staff members party.... hard. I can't say that I ever saw anyone looking less than sober, but I don't know that I was looking. I will say, after reading certain parts of the book, I can understand that if you worked that hard, you'd need to unwind quite a bit, and it sounded like Carnival knew how to facilitate the staff parties for a maximum amount of fun. My liver hurts thinking about it...then again, maybe I'm just a lightweight. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeyM8pBIQac/TxDCaWFFg_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CNJLmq5Ur0I/s1600/shots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeyM8pBIQac/TxDCaWFFg_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CNJLmq5Ur0I/s200/shots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The book shed some light on the way that we as cruisers treat the staff. I generally think I'm pretty low maintenance (especially compared to a certain two people we ate our last dinner with). I'll order something, and then eat it. I'm not going to ask for special treatment...or ask for something that isn't on the menu. Apparently Emily and I are in the minority on this issue. We were both appalled at the behavior of some cruisers who feel so entitled, that they will forget that the wait staff are people. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kMkDt8kZPU/TxDDLGGEVFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jJ7HWNXkiWk/s1600/386106_10151133213775183_739585182_22463250_1660978042_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kMkDt8kZPU/TxDDLGGEVFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jJ7HWNXkiWk/s200/386106_10151133213775183_739585182_22463250_1660978042_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think when I really think about it, the cruise left a bad taste in my mouth because of how American's are portrayed (probably accurately so). I just don't like being grouped in the same company as people who feel that they are better than the wait staff, who talk louder to someone who might have an accent because English is their fifth language (especially when you can't even speak English correctly), or who are away from their family to try to earn enough money so their children can have a better life. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9F0PnrdaGQ/TxDC1z8ntlI/AAAAAAAAAec/mCqCMMpbeZw/s1600/shipss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9F0PnrdaGQ/TxDC1z8ntlI/AAAAAAAAAec/mCqCMMpbeZw/s200/shipss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I regret not tipping our bartender friends extra. I regret not leaving a little extra cash for our room steward. I regret not finding a way to tip each and every waiter who waited on us, cleaned up for us at breakfast, or served us drinks on the deck. Basically I am feeling guilty for being lucky enough to live and work in the United States. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QgFA282k_v8/TxDBygE5q8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZF1ChVyW4dU/s1600/ship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QgFA282k_v8/TxDBygE5q8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZF1ChVyW4dU/s320/ship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As someone who has traveled to many other countries, and seen poverty.... I’ve never felt this guilty for all I've been privileged to have. Needless to say, it will be quite some time before I go on another cruise. And if I do.... I’ll be bringing lots of small bills to tip everyone a bit extra (even if it is against the rules!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-3610388106922553228?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/3610388106922553228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=3610388106922553228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/3610388106922553228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/3610388106922553228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2012/01/cruisingmy-thoughts.html' title='Cruising....my thoughts'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPahUPATLBM/TxDBJ0BCK0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/GH095P6ElZU/s72-c/380803_10151133215455183_739585182_22463258_764982369_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-3242715953815286984</id><published>2011-07-20T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:26:04.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='differences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangkok'/><title type='text'>I'm not in Kansas anymore....</title><content type='html'>Here are some fun facts from Thailand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's hot. Like really really hot. And you have to be outside in the heat, unlike at home when you can sit inside the comfort of your air conditioned house/car/business. And the humidity is a whole different level of horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's more international than I thought it'd be. When I got here from South Korea, I  was surprised how many white people there were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I suck at figuring out the exchange rate. I have to use a calculator. For some reason the math isn't working. 30 Baht = 1 dollar. It shouldn't be that hard. It is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm really not good at bargaining. I always start too high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shouting at you is an excellent method of advertisement. "Hello Massage" is specifically what they are shouting. Like that will all the sudden make you think, you know....that's exactly what I want. I just didn't know it until you shouted that at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They absolutely LOVE their king and queen. Like there are a million pictures posted all over everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The king is fairly old, and when he dies, I think it will be major trouble for the country. (My opinion, no actual facts to back that up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. They do the no shoe thing as well when entering their home or a holy/sacred place like a temple. I like it, except when I need to go grab "one quick thing". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. They are really good about building new buildings, but not so much about doing long term maintenance. When a building is too far gone, they just abandon it, leave the building to continue to decay, and build a new one. Maybe not the best city plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. They have fun fruit. (Mangosteen, Dragonfruit, Rambutan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. There are a ton of temples here. I learned that there are like 400 in Bangkok alone. Clearly the three that I went to didn't even scratch the surface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When you go to the temples, you have to have your shoulders and your legs covered. So even though it's about a million degrees outside, you have to be super covered up. I have yet to figure out how to do this without sweating through ALL of my clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love the skytrain (kinda above ground subway). We totally need this in the KC metro area! I have this all figured out. No worries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. There are lots of ladyboys here. (If you don't know...google it without the kids around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The Buddhist temples are beautiful to bring people happiness. They want you to be happy....just not too happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You cannot drink the water here. Bottled water is super cheap, but still annoying. (Just found out bottled water is NOT cheap at the airport, FYI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. There are no fat people. Like no one. I was shocked today when I saw someone big enough to qualify for the biggest loser. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It isn't really that clean. For a city that pays people to clean the streets, it doesn't seem to be working. In fact, there are quite a few people whose job, it seems, is to stand around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. They love some strange combinations of food. McDonalds sells tuna and corn turnovers (like our apple pie ones, just gross). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I missed a lot while I was here. I will be back Thailand. I will be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-3242715953815286984?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/3242715953815286984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=3242715953815286984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/3242715953815286984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/3242715953815286984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-not-in-kansas-anymore.html' title='I&apos;m not in Kansas anymore....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-4889219122520927475</id><published>2011-07-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:19:24.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabbages and Condoms'/><title type='text'>Cabbages and Condoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5g_KqINOj620HY40AQv2_dRI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uUcdfDUoNi8/TiUxE3Uf32I/AAAAAAAAAak/VdxnzFsby6c/s288/IMG_5247.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you are wondering what those two things have to do with each other. I was too when Shalinn suggested that we eat lunch there on my last day in Bangkok. But if Shalinn wanted to go, I knew it must be safe, because she seems to pick really good restaurants. So we walked from her apartment, turned off of a not so clean street (after walking by the worst smelling place I've smelled since I have been in Asia) onto a cute little sidewalk lined with bushes, trees, and vines. As we walk into the restaurant, I realize that I was not dressed appropriately. This was a FANCY place. They served Thai food. The food was good (although the green papaya salad was thai spicy...it made me sweat) and the service great. Not only does Cabbages and Condoms have a restaurant, they also have 2 resorts located outside of bangkok. One is aptly named "Birds &amp; Bees". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DO8B-EkoLFT40K4Mqb5thtRI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CxkuXGFK47Q/TiUxHhu1EQI/AAAAAAAAAao/0g4xdC4MaRo/s288/IMG_5243.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea behind the name stems from the fact that many years ago family planning did not exist in Thailand. Many families had 7 children or more. An association was formed called the Population and Community Development Association (PDA)  &lt;--- appropriate acronym? I think so!  Today this association has programs that cover 1/3rd of Thailand, helping to lower the population growth rate from 3.2% to 1% (in comparison, the US's growth rate is 0.963%).  PDA also established a national AIDS program that provides information on prevention of transmission of the HIV/AIDS virus. The restaurant and resorts were created to draw national and foreign attention to PDA's cause of teaching safe sex/family planning. So basically, the organization wanted condoms to be as normal and easily found as vegetables. So....I bring you the decor of Cabbages and Condoms. &lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3zhBVN-u2Dyx0qshoYoOWdRI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HZHyU-N2UG4/TiUxKuqY8VI/AAAAAAAAAas/vHe-dKBXamc/s288/IMG_5244.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OYMTyO-QiesMRlraBlrx5tRI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WuZLd253rw0/TiUxNzLb5GI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FIctG_FUkng/s288/IMG_5245.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JfoBhngRGKgvLSIkzCNYHdRI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jpfSgcwXB08/TiUxQvGx94I/AAAAAAAAAa0/6-TVG4_CNd8/s288/IMG_5246.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you wondered, they don't give mints at the end of the meal, they give condoms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-4889219122520927475?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/4889219122520927475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=4889219122520927475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/4889219122520927475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/4889219122520927475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/07/cabbages-and-condoms.html' title='Cabbages and Condoms'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uUcdfDUoNi8/TiUxE3Uf32I/AAAAAAAAAak/VdxnzFsby6c/s72-c/IMG_5247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-1049792014220417306</id><published>2011-07-18T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:04:44.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thai Massage'/><title type='text'>"Hello, Massage!"</title><content type='html'>This is the line that is yelled at you as you walk down the street in busy Hua Hin, and in some sections of Bangkok. So I figure that since I'm in Thailand, I should probably try a Thai massage. Thai massage is a no pain, no gain kind of thing. They push, stretch and pull on your muscles so that you end up in yoga poses. I guess that many people thing it helps to balance out your natural meridians, or something like that. I actually got a foot massage in Hua Hin. It was for an hour and was 250B ($8.40). This place was pretty small, only two chairs, and two workers. Some of you know, I've been having trouble with my feet, and I hoped that this would help. It didn't really help, but I also think she was a little nervous to actually use a ton of pressure. I wonder if she had really dug into my foot if it would have helped. Overall the foot massage was pretty good. A foot massage actually includes up to the thigh (or at least it did at this place) so she worked on not only my feet, but my calves, knees, and thighs. And actually, she did some back and shoulder work as well. I think it was well worth the money I spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fmFXvCvT9Bz08Q-YBCGsWtRI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xmUD56oQoIM/TiTJcjibizI/AAAAAAAAAag/y9S3r-NyLK0/s288/staff.jpg" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;photo from: &lt;a href="http://www.lavanabangkok.com/about_us.php"&gt;http://www.lavanabangkok.com/about_us.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second massage that I got was in Bangkok. Shalinn and I were looking online for a place close to where we were eating lunch (post about that to come!) and found the place I eventually went to. She did mention, that some places seemed really nice walking by, but when you looked online, they were "full service" massage parlors. Yikes! Needless to say, my place was not a full service massage place. It was actually a spa. I booked an hour and a half Thai massage for 600B ($20). I walked in, got a cup of tea and filled out a small sheet of paper. I was then escorted over to have my feet washed. Weird! Then after that, we walked to the room and I was given a special outfit to wear. To be honest, I couldn't figure out how to put the pants on. I put them on and tried to tie the thingy, and realized I'd have to tie it in the back, which I could hardly reach. So then I finally realized that I needed to turn the pants around. I am awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dIIgMlAKe-D9NjT-8BUIidRI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7XFAEEmzJeM/TiTJYNs9rmI/AAAAAAAAAac/ckKNMSswBRs/s288/pic_new22.jpg" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;photo from: &lt;a href="http://www.lavanabangkok.com/about_us.php"&gt;http://www.lavanabangkok.com/about_us.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was a pretty traditional Thai massage. She massaged using her thumbs, knuckles, elbows, legs, and feet. It didn't hurt too badly, but I did ask her to be gentle. The hour and a half flew by. I was surprised at how quickly, and i really could have gone for at least another 30 minutes. Afterwards I changed back into my street clothes and we went back to the main lobby. As I was waiting for her to bring me back my shoes, she surprised me by bringing me green tea pudding. It was surprisingly good. Like, good enough that I'd want to eat more than I got. Then I got my shoes back, tipped her, and headed back to Shalinn's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think that everyone who visits Thailand should try a Thai massage. It's different, but still a relaxing way to spend an hour or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-1049792014220417306?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/1049792014220417306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=1049792014220417306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/1049792014220417306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/1049792014220417306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-massage.html' title='&quot;Hello, Massage!&quot;'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xmUD56oQoIM/TiTJcjibizI/AAAAAAAAAag/y9S3r-NyLK0/s72-c/staff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-6939870410046714574</id><published>2011-07-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:04:10.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/p3IGPSCEd1B2Kf1QYT4H09RI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lrwHnhHyiXA/Th-slaR9-RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LQl0kpYxy2U/s288/IMG_4963.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hua Hin I decided to go exploring on my own for a bit. I was wandering down a street that I'd seen, but hadn't gone down on previous walks. As I was walking by, I noticed two people sitting with their feet in a fish tank. Ever since my mom had a fish pedicure I wanted to get one. So I said yes to the 150B price tag, they wiped my legs and feet down and I plopped my feet in. You have to put part of your foot on the actual bottom of the tank for some reason, I think maybe so the fish can find you. At first, all of the fish were on the two British teens legs, but some of them finally came over to eat the dead skin from my feet. (I am sure this was all very sanitary....or not). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XWvY2rk09s4OIMB_LidmwtRI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-phktpFYF-o0/Th-sjIOZhJI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gTB5wSBwjvQ/s288/IMG_4959.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really felt very ticklish at first, especially underneath my toes. There was one mean fish who I think actually had teeth, but even then, it didn't hurt...it was just a little more aggressive in eating. About half-way through my "spa treatment" the two other people left. This left me with lots of fish...but they didn't seem to all attack me. I then convinced some old French guy to get a pedicure...thinking he spoke English. I guess he did not, and he didn't get the fact that I said it was ticklish before he put his feet in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MU_443xv6mNy1oxDk8GQgNRI_2TTbWbEZPfd_XT8Nmk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7rZifk_17Ok/Th-shPXVqMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/sRkN88dPANk/s288/IMG_4962.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/117477933419791038975/Thailand?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOvy-si8_t_VxgE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time was up, and they came out, wiped my legs and feet off again, and off I went. To be honest, I don't think my feet felt any smoother. But it did make me want to get a real pedicure soon. Especially when I think about how gross this actually was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-6939870410046714574?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/6939870410046714574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=6939870410046714574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/6939870410046714574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/6939870410046714574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-fish-two-fish-red-fish-blue-fish.html' title='One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lrwHnhHyiXA/Th-slaR9-RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LQl0kpYxy2U/s72-c/IMG_4963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-1157002089146990243</id><published>2011-07-08T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T04:53:02.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't care...</title><content type='html'>As I worked my way thorough the horrible curriculum, I realized that my heart just wasn't in it. I didn't know the students, couldn't make a connection with them since I had to switch classes each day. To be honest, I didn't even try to learn names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I noticed were that they were very hard working...to a point. They got bored easily (sound familiar?) But instead of acting out, they got out their cell phones and started texting their friends, playing games, or they just flat put their head down on the desk and took a nap.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And you know what?? I didn't care. They were not getting a grade to be in the English camp. I didn't have anything invested with the students, and I don't know that many of them invested in the course. They had a post-exam today at 2pm. When I asked my class about it today, they said they didn't care. I don't know if this is true or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed was the quality of their work. This may be because I am used to elementary level work, but their in class posters were awesome! Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZAJQSjHujs1jUuF_eunfz5HTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DlcnEwfuIxY/Thbtv1vThuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BL2Jn69xmc8/s288/IMG_4905.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/z7fLWflRSLUxHKI_NxppUJHTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-f1Msp3icaV0/ThbtumW3x3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vRgq7L_WTTg/s288/IMG_4897.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about teaching the students was learning a few more games that "worked" with ESL students. The best one was Taboo. I found some cards online and printed them off, cut them out, and away we went. Here is a video of one of my classes playing taboo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R5x8MerHnvM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite thing was the questions they asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ How old are you? That was quickly followed with: Do you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;(I guess Korean women are supposed to be married by 30...so they were shocked when I wasn't really concerned about it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ When you have to use the toilet in America, how to do ask? When I responded with, "May I go to the restroom" they said...don't you say #1 or #2. I had wondered about this, but many Koreans seem to freely share that information when they are headed to the restroom. They didn't quite understand the idea that we don't share that information. That it is a "secret". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Where are you staying in Korea? When I responded in the dorms...they always asked, who is your roommate. I had to say my Mom. I felt a little bit like a loser every time I had to say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of one of my classes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fgVNy163S1WLD474O60bbJHTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YjOxFjPEAr0/ThbuADmg_oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/lwXrVTPZdfU/s288/IMG_4921.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Shmn34ApD5XfMdIcUrBoqZHTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-n7YEfXY4qQU/Thbt9q0muAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/vZJk8jQPTR4/s288/IMG_4919.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yOyflnkShyOJtEtQkIrRiJHTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UmeO9vGm7S8/Thbt7utKLnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hwFd_bftvnk/s288/IMG_4915.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-1157002089146990243?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/1157002089146990243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=1157002089146990243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/1157002089146990243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/1157002089146990243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-didnt-care.html' title='I didn&apos;t care...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DlcnEwfuIxY/Thbtv1vThuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BL2Jn69xmc8/s72-c/IMG_4905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-3374232486910374318</id><published>2011-07-04T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:47:24.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Factoids</title><content type='html'>Random Facts that I've learned about Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Koreans figure out their age differently than we do. When they are born, they are 1 year old (I've heard other ways of counting, so this may not be the exact Korean way). So all Koreans have a Korean age, and a "western" age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Koreans love to hold hands. When I was out with my friends, we held hands. I have a really large hula hoop, so it was a little weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 95% of the restaurants in Korea serve Korean food. I'm not sure how they all make it...because there isn't really a difference between many of them. At least to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Koreans don't have anti-discrimination laws when they hire. When you submit a job application someplace, you also have to include a headshot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All Korean men must serve in the military for two years. Women do not have to serve. However, when a man is hired at a job, he will make better money for the first two years to make up for this time serving his country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Korean bathrooms do not have shower curtains. So everything gets wet...and I'm still mastering the art of taking a shower without getting all of our stuff wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. South Korea has the second highest suicide rate in the developed world. Only Lithuania has a higher suicide rate the South Korea. In 2009, there were about 31 suicides per 100,000 people in South Korea. In the United States, there were about 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Smoking is still allowed in bars. I dislike this immensely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Back Gate" in Korean is "hoo moon" which sounds like "who moon". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Korean version of google is called Naver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most Korean families have 2 fridges. One is only for kimchi...the other is for everything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-3374232486910374318?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/3374232486910374318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=3374232486910374318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/3374232486910374318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/3374232486910374318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/07/factoids.html' title='Factoids'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-8689802936372633486</id><published>2011-07-02T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T19:40:13.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night out in Gwangju</title><content type='html'>Partying Korean Style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30pm - Last night I went out with a friend from the International Center. We started the evening shopping in downtown Gwangju. I had high hopes, but I couldn't find anything cute (that I couldn't find in the US). The whole time my friend kept saying how "cute" things were. I think that "cute" meant pink. There is a lot of pink in Korea. Some of the stuff was fun, but I really wanted a cool bobble head, and I didn't find it. I'm going to keep looking though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OrU07KzHO3skTC7mnl9mgZHTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3UgEt5gZTNU/Tg_TUVX80eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gf8qePgbrDg/s288/IMG_4794.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm - After our shopping excursions, we decided to have dinner. I suggested noodles, thinking we'd be served a bowl of tasty noodles. I was wrong. We went and had a meal where you are brought a pot of boiling soup. You then add thinly sliced beef into the pot and cook it that way. So you eat all of the greens, mushrooms (bleck) and beef. Then the &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=adjumma"&gt;adjumma&lt;/a&gt; (little old Korean lady) would come and plop noodles into the pot. We let them cook, then ate them. Then they took the pot away and brought it back with rice in it. It was all really good, even the mushrooms, but it was a lot of food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KcARRwxc5cd3THOk3cSkKZHTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVwnQEDnfzA/Tg_TVFu4urI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bFut6CRYGd8/s288/adjumma1.jpg" height="191" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;photo from: http://bababengali.wordpress.com/photography/places/south-korea/adjumma-2/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30pm - After dinner we met another friend at a coffee shop that stayed open late. We hung out there for a few hours talking about boys, Korean culture, fashion, and life. It was good to talk with them, and I learned a lot about Korea. We finally decided it was late enough to go check out the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm - When we walked by, it wasn't crowded enough to begin dancing, so we headed to a bar called the "Speakeasy". Which is a popular ex-patriot bar in Gwangju. It was good to have a few decent beers, not the watered down kind that are traditional to Korea. But the people watching was the best! Ex-patriots are an interesting group of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5KRLQXBj2IqbzePLF-1xUJHTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jvB76VGFnsc/Tg_TUyYR31I/AAAAAAAAAW4/-S1lllFVtIk/s288/Gwangju%252520Speakeasy_%2525E1%252584%252580%2525E1%252585%2525AA%2525E1%252586%2525BC%2525E1%252584%25258C%2525E1%252585%2525AE%252520%2525E1%252584%252589%2525E1%252585%2525B3%2525E1%252584%252591%2525E1%252585%2525B5%2525E1%252584%25258F%2525E1%252585%2525B3%2525E1%252584%25258B%2525E1%252585%2525B5%2525E1%252584%25258C%2525E1%252585%2525B5.jpg" height="288" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00am - We abandoned the Speakeasy and headed to the Bubble Bar (which I think it a misnomer since there were no bubbles to be found). It was a dance club, and boy did we ever dance! The music was all American, and it was crowded. Even here, it was clear that there was quite a difference how ex-patriots dance, and how Korean's dance. They are a little more modest in their dancing, and quite embarrassed by couples dancing all up on each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 am - Since I am much older than the two friends I was with, I had to call it a night about 3:00am. The bars don't close until like 5 or 6am, but I couldn't handle that. We grabbed a taxi and headed back to the dorm. I exited the taxi only to realize that I had been let out at the opposite end of campus that I needed to be. I hauled it back to the dorm and arrived about 3:30 only to realize that my code wasn't opening the door. Luckily there were about 4 other girls coming in at the same time as me, so I was able to get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00am - Woke up and feeling fine thanks to ear plugs. My mom was able to get up and be noisy and I was able to sleep. Why hadn't I thought of using earplugs before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog post will be more random facts about Korea. There might be a few more posts this week, as I'm wrapping up my time in Korea and getting ready for Thailand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-8689802936372633486?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/8689802936372633486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=8689802936372633486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/8689802936372633486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/8689802936372633486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/07/night-out-in-gwangju.html' title='A night out in Gwangju'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3UgEt5gZTNU/Tg_TUVX80eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gf8qePgbrDg/s72-c/IMG_4794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-5705011109916258203</id><published>2011-06-22T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T01:58:37.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching in korea'/><title type='text'>Teaching at the LEC</title><content type='html'>Teaching at the Language Education Center (LEC) at the university has been an interesting experience. I went in a few days prior to actually beginning to get an explanation of what my schedule was going to be like. It was here that I found out I'd only be teaching five lessons. The classes themselves are split into four classes, and the teachers rotate through them with their lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first day teaching I walked in to see a fancy podium and a stage in front of the class. I was like, what the heck is this? I guess I just expected it to look something like my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started class by introducing myself, explaining where I am from, and sharing that I am an elementary teacher, and then we got started. I jump right in with some ice breakers only to find that the students came to class COMPLETELY UNPREPARED! No one had any paper. It killed me. They were worse than our elementary students and their stupid mechanical pencils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we jump in with the rest of the lesson which focuses on dating and love. (Clearly something I'm an expert at. . .). So there was a video clip that the students were supposed to watch, which of course didn't work. So this entire section of my lesson wasn't going to work, and I had to come up with something to do for the final 45 minutes. . . . since the clip was supposed to be from the show HOUSE, and about speed dating, I decided we were going to speed date in our class. So I had the students draw a picture of their ideal mate, and THAT is who I had speed date. We talked about questions they could ask, and then I made all the girls get up and then take their imaginary man around and speed date the imaginary person the guys drew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I went in (to a completely new set of students) and was supposed to be teaching a lesson focusing on Obama and elections. We first did a Venn diagram comparing Obama with President Lee of Korea. (Which made me really miss my interwrite pad...). Well, first I had them tell me the things that were the same. They came up with the obvious...they are men, they govern their nation. Then we went to the things that are different. They told me that Obama had big ears, and that he liked piss. I was like WHAT? The poor kid goes piss....you know, world piss. OH, world peace I said. Seriously....I hope I was able to keep a straight face with that comment. Then I had them tell me things about President Lee. They said he was ugly and a liar. I was like whoa, don't hold back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part of the lesson was provided by the university. This is the video we had to watch and discuss: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wKsoXHYICqU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it before, and was like, what the hell. This is so inappropriate....but I guess this is college, so I just played it. I don't know what their reaction really was....because to be honest, they seem to be able to control their facial expressions much better than I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we continued our lesson, and I had the entire lesson built around this one project they were going to work on at the end of the trip...only to find out that the teacher who taught this class on Tuesday did the exact project that I was going to do. This left me with a problem...1.5 hours to fill. Well crap. Thank goodness for Youtube. We watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSM9eLptGsY"&gt;some videos&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiber7na2dA"&gt;Rock the Vote&lt;/a&gt;. Then I had them do a poster to fill the time. Here are some examples of their work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0SuesnfyopgOBk2wEGfWvZHTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y0vR87S8XW0/TgGpnweKKiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ifMC9_JGx10/s288/IMG_4789.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/w-pl5Ahpw9hc_QmknSJ0l5HTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xxLEXqv5OZc/TgGpsh1okJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Kry2tC-tGG8/s288/IMG_4790.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PAK44AncN0RdK4FJnpBZwpHTl2-KU-1bgIILzvnxuqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6vfo7TOlLT4/TgGpuMF3JpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WuaNcUOgVqM/s288/IMG_4791.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/GwangJu?authkey=Gv1sRgCIOO86XEu5bHZQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Gwang-Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my assigned topics for this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 21st: Love and Dating&lt;br /&gt;June 22-27th: Leadership and Obama&lt;br /&gt;June 28 - July 1: Personal Environmental Impact (AKA Pollution)&lt;br /&gt;July 4-July 7: Computer Addiction (really?!?)&lt;br /&gt;July 8: International travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you a quick idea of what else is being covered this summer, here are my favorite topics that I am NOT teaching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Conflict Management (Dealing with conflict, and resolution)&lt;br /&gt;~ Student and Teacher Relationships (including appropriate and inappropriate student/teacher relationships)&lt;br /&gt;~ Anger Management (identifying and controlling anger)&lt;br /&gt;~ Addiction (substance abuse...p.s. Binge drinking is apparently a huge problem here)&lt;br /&gt;~ Depression (defining and overcoming depression)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-5705011109916258203?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/5705011109916258203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=5705011109916258203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/5705011109916258203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/5705011109916258203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/06/teaching-at-lec.html' title='Teaching at the LEC'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wKsoXHYICqU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-4093704179173614296</id><published>2011-06-18T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T04:43:53.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Noticed</title><content type='html'>Here are some random things that I've noticed about South Korea and South Koreans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get looked at and watched a lot. It is very apparent that I am "not from around here". Clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Some things are way more expensive (hello $14 watermelon and $9 paper towels) and some things are pretty much the same cost as in the US ($2 small ice cream cone). Nothing is cheaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Their beds are super hard. Like I wake up after sleeping on my side and my whole arm is asleep. Every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In the large cities, there are no old people. In the small towns, there are no young people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As a foreigner, it is YOUR obligation to get out of the way when walking on the sidewalk. They WILL plow right into you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am not used to hearing English much anymore, and it almost takes a minute for my brain to say "wait...I actually understand what that person just said!" What will happen after three weeks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It seems like shopping is a big deal. People shop often and not for cheap things. Although we did discover the "walmart" of Korea (E-Mart) and the 1000 Won store (the dollar store!) I've seen more Gucci, Burberry, and Chanel in the past week, than I have for the entire rest of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I didn't know it was possible, but I really, really miss the Derb. We had so many choices at each meal. Here you go and get rice, one or two side dishes, kimchi, a bowl of soup, and some sort of protein. AT EVERY MEAL. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Koreans don't smile at people they don't know. I can't seem to help it. They stare. I smile. It gets awkward real quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Grocery shopping is quite the feat. Think about buying things when you can't read a single word on the packaging. Awesome. Luckily we've yet to purchase anything and open it to find anything other than what we thought it was going to be. &lt;br /&gt;(okay...just kidding. We bought rubber gloves today, and bought the cheapest we could find. Mom just opened the package to find ONE glove. Whoops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Korean's like it hot. Food and weather in particular. I know they have AC...but they don't seem to use it. In our dorm room the AC is turned off at midnight and not turned back on again until like 10am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. So when I was packing, I really debated bringing this black dress. It's breezy and can be dressed up or down. It's a little short so I wasn't sure. I shouldn't have worried. I have seen some of the shortest skirts, dresses, and shorts here. Also most of the women wear heels. And not just heels, but heels like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alibaba.com/product-free/109272486/Korean_Shoes_Clothing_For_Ladie_s.html"&gt;KOREAN SHOES &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot compete. I will stick with my flip flops and not fit in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I heard there was some bad weather in the Midwest. I hope everyone is doing okay. Next time....my trip to a tea plantation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-4093704179173614296?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/4093704179173614296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=4093704179173614296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/4093704179173614296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/4093704179173614296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-ive-noticed.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Noticed'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-6417470792791310604</id><published>2011-06-15T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T06:04:27.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Korea'/><title type='text'>The DMZ and JSA</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday my mom and I went to the DMZ. We went with a tour put on by the local USO office here in Seoul. When we arrived at the base on near the DMZ we were escorted in by some US soldiers for a briefing. We had to sign a waiver that said that we might experience death as a result of enemy action. Wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Quw2qJAgx_3aGu9wuf0NKLjv54-ZRLk5HOwnp_2li7c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FANlBH4ubCs/TfihKV4qB7I/AAAAAAAAATk/WsGawuRDq4I/s400/IMG_4639.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/DMZ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKL_sea8o8PUywE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;DMZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After signing the form, we got back on a bus and headed into the DMZ. We were told to stand in two single file lines, and we walked right into the JSA. We got a briefing from one of the soldiers, and then were allowed to take as many photos as we wanted. Here are some: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/An46v4A19msr8-zlT25N_bjv54-ZRLk5HOwnp_2li7c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WZObveCTDVc/TfihM-0VJlI/AAAAAAAAATo/A_dn786Glc8/s288/IMG_4642.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/DMZ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKL_sea8o8PUywE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;DMZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is out the window looking at two North Korean soldiers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bIwz7Ef_-HTgLEB8ywJbl7jv54-ZRLk5HOwnp_2li7c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l7enp96KHEk/TfihoXHrBHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Z0qPrT_dfPI/s288/P1000092.jpg" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/DMZ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKL_sea8o8PUywE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;DMZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is a South Korean soldier guarding the door to the North Korean side of the DMZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D3pqUIvJgBX552Rj6lCRJ7jv54-ZRLk5HOwnp_2li7c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3Gi3ewnsiVk/TfihsUWtSaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8WzBx4n7PQk/s288/P1000096.jpg" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/DMZ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKL_sea8o8PUywE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;DMZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Here I am with the soldier guarding the door. I was a little nervous and didn't want to get too close to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BVxYaBFvGyz2tCbWqc1HP7jv54-ZRLk5HOwnp_2li7c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-omkgjZEdi5k/TfihuHiCU6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/AHpxT_Ny2Bc/s288/P1000100.jpg" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/DMZ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKL_sea8o8PUywE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;DMZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Here I am with the second South Korean soldier. He was guarding...well I'm not sure. But he was there and intimidating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were soon rushed out of the room and then told to go stand next to a building. We were able to look out at the North Korean side. Multiple times we were told to not point at the North Korean side....so of course I asked at question and pointed like an idiot! Anyways, I believe the North Korean's were distracted because they had dignitaries there visiting. Check out the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4JQhI8vNUVdU3Ox0gyV-gLjv54-ZRLk5HOwnp_2li7c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BL3bd7q60AU/TfihZVSkecI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QpMWoaIJamk/s288/IMG_4648.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/DMZ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKL_sea8o8PUywE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;DMZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;You can hardly see them because there clothes are all drab and such. Shortly after this they walked back inside and the North Korean guards did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V3wVakbJ4Ss" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US and South Korean soldiers were kind of freaking out a bit. Our guide told us he had never seen so much action or many guards out from the North Korean side during a tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the JSA we went to see the Bridge of No Return where North and South Korean soldiers went back to their home country after the war. Once they chose a place, they couldn't switch...hence the name. &lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XKPZfGHV-oIw4PqXYAgiPbjv54-ZRLk5HOwnp_2li7c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U0BZU1ahOL0/Tfiie9xo9MI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZxVKiSGBmzQ/s288/P1000120.jpg" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/DMZ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKL_sea8o8PUywE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;DMZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to see Propaganda village...from far away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kSIXdYzce4z1UTgJNjyHWLjv54-ZRLk5HOwnp_2li7c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hreq66Gpr90/Tfihy4_pSoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1mNjNC6A280/s288/P1000113.jpg" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/DMZ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKL_sea8o8PUywE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;DMZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the North Korean flag on the flag pole...which just so happens to be the 3rd largest flag pole in the world. I guess they used to have massive speakers spouting North Korean propaganda like 12 hours a day. No one actually lives in the village (well, maybe a few people) but the tall buildings are just made of concrete blocks and there aren't any floors in them. We were told that there is light on the top floor and you can see it just fade into blackness by the time it reaches the bottom floors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last stop was the train station that the Korean's repaired to try to help bring the two Korea's together. This is one of the only signs in Korea that has both Seoul and the capital of North Korea on it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HDbvKIfbIxyl84TjwoZrH7jv54-ZRLk5HOwnp_2li7c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ThTVyPsN3_Y/TfihmOXUOfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/W3l7Vys5drQ/s288/IMG_4674.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/DMZ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKL_sea8o8PUywE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;DMZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very interesting to learn about how many of the South Korean people feel like it is their obligation to help North Koreans. They want to unify Korea. My mom has several books that she is going to recommend that shares some stories about what it was like to live in North Korea and then defect to South Korea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-6417470792791310604?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/6417470792791310604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=6417470792791310604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/6417470792791310604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/6417470792791310604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/06/dmz-and-jsa.html' title='The DMZ and JSA'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FANlBH4ubCs/TfihKV4qB7I/AAAAAAAAATk/WsGawuRDq4I/s72-c/IMG_4639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-1664946351564100666</id><published>2011-05-31T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T11:27:00.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And again, with the visa...</title><content type='html'>In all of this visa mess I've had a lot of driving/thinking time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for&lt;br /&gt;~ my boss for being flexible with time and allowing me to make all of these drives&lt;br /&gt;~ my friends for being supportive with whatever happens with this whole process&lt;br /&gt;~ my reliable car (and it's ability to just go when I needed it to)&lt;br /&gt;~ the fact that I DID NOT get any speeding tickets. Which is probably a miracle, considering every time I drove someplace to take care of something, someone mentioned how quickly I arrived. &lt;br /&gt;~ a little extra money from my side job to pay for all of this&lt;br /&gt;~ my family, for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove down to Emporia this morning, picked up my transcript, drove back to KC and straight to the FedEx office. Everything is off. Hopefully it will be taken care of. I am at the point in this process that if it doesn't work out, it wasn't meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-1664946351564100666?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/1664946351564100666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=1664946351564100666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/1664946351564100666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/1664946351564100666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-again-with-visa.html' title='And again, with the visa...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-8833059647185473926</id><published>2011-05-27T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T05:20:52.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get a Korean Visa....or not?</title><content type='html'>Did you know that getting a Korean visa is more complicated than filling out your taxes? For those of you who might be interested...here are the steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the steps to get a C-4 Visa to Korea:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apply for an FBI Background check (For me, this was done in the middle of March). This will take at least 2 months...if you are lucky. Cost: $18&lt;br /&gt;2. While you are waiting, get a passport photo taken for your visa. Cost: $9&lt;br /&gt;3. Fill out visa application. Keep waiting for background check. &lt;br /&gt;4. Background check arrives. Drive to Topeka to get your background check apostilled (that's a super fancy official notarization). Cost: Gas - $20, Apostille - $7.50&lt;br /&gt;5. Call the Consulate and check to make sure you have everything that you need. You are told you also need to have your diploma's apostilled. &lt;br /&gt;6. Get a money order from the bank for the application fee. Cost $47.50&lt;br /&gt;7. Drive back to Topeka. Cost: Gas - $20, Apostille (2) - $15&lt;br /&gt;8. Check to make sure you have everything (including passport). Head to the post office. Spend 20 minutes working with the nice lady at the BS post office to get everything paid for, and in the correct envelope. Cost: $28.50&lt;br /&gt;9. Get a surprise phone call from the consulate. You need to send in the correct visa application form, a special form from the University in Korea, and your official transcript. &lt;br /&gt;10. Send in the correct visa application via email. &lt;br /&gt;11. Email Korea asking about the special form. &lt;br /&gt;12. Fax ESU to try to get transcript. Transcript must be Fed-Ex'd to Chicago. Cost: $28&lt;br /&gt;13. Realize that your fax won't be read until May 31st. You are screwed since you were to leave for Korea on June 12th. &lt;br /&gt;14. Freak out because you don't have a passport or a visa. &lt;br /&gt;15. Realize that you can't do anything about the situation and let it go, and drink some beer. Cost: $3.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am almost three months after I started the process, without a visa. And unsure if I'll actually be going on this fantastic trip. So far I'm out $197.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you Korean Consulate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-8833059647185473926?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/8833059647185473926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=8833059647185473926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/8833059647185473926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/8833059647185473926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-get-korean-visaor-not.html' title='How to get a Korean Visa....or not?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-5809001218082047706</id><published>2011-05-14T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:37:15.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belize Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>Day 12 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eP80p_aOrzMMg4aoKjYmnp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7y_2wJ2qI/AAAAAAAAASI/B_v2ugIei2g/s288/IMG_4382.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up the next morning to see that the rain that had begun the day before continued. Today was a “resting day.” We spent the morning on a hike into the jungle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zRDSgM_6ThSFb_xo-nuaIJ4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7yyik7agI/AAAAAAAAASE/nGaTKdE_bcQ/s288/IMG_4341.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw all sorts of trees, plants, and some really pretty butterflies. On the walk, I ended up going slower than most of the group, but faster than the photographers. I was walking through the jungle by myself, thinking about how scary it would have been to be lost. How it would be horrible to have to hike in the dark…and how many eyes were probably watching me that I didn’t even know about. This was about the time I fell down the path and almost ran into our guide Pedro…who was chopping bamboo for famous bamboo chicken. As we were hiking the sun came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/q8NWUgJ7ibJPu6BPlMPGzZ4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7zMMlvacI/AAAAAAAAASM/sOZOgRE6zNg/s288/IMG_4418.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E3jtFSPI6CYVGbkHZzAxtZ4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc70ewuQnkI/AAAAAAAAATA/3355hvPe3jc/s288/IMG_4333.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch and then played in the water for the rest of the day. We paddled our kayaks under the waterfall to see who could hold on and not get pushed out. We also played water polo. It was a “modified version” in which any rules go. We played for several hours and were exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x7n3Io-vZh1PCevWRS92wp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7zZBql37I/AAAAAAAAASY/m8g1SDwWQKg/s288/IMG_4405.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then got out of the water, dried off, and decided to entertain ourselves by braiding hair (don’t really know why we felt like this was the best idea ever, but we had a great time.) We had fashion shoots, and acted pretty much like we were all twelve years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TQU7sNqx73wkJc-v_CaY6Z4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7zTj8-ckI/AAAAAAAAASQ/leNIRZ6KgEM/s288/IMG_4402.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - We packed up everything, tents included, and headed down the river. This was to be a travel day. We paddled down the river to the next take out point, pulled all of our gear out and set up our tents. After we had our camp set up, we had some “team bonding” drinking and answering questions such as first car and first album bought with your own money. It was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - We had an early wake up call, tore down our camp, and begun paddling to our takeout point. We did not have any drops this day, and the water reminded me of paddling down the current river….except there were tons of iguanas! Valencio climbed a tree and scared an iguana. The iguana jumped in the river (did you know iguana’s swam?) and then Pedro jumped into the water and caught the iguana. We passed it all around and took pictures. Valencio then let the iguana go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ygmqi2GUaXAKQyduY-ckv54V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7ztjloSGI/AAAAAAAAASk/S2FvefIpBqY/s288/IMG_4455.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued down the river until we got to the bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oL5gAwUwr6bCtQ9qTvQO7Z4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7zyp8tC2I/AAAAAAAAASo/gfrSklSGP_E/s288/IMG_4461.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we exited the local children from the village showed up to help us cart all of our materials from the river to the van. The children helped us, and then we gave them treats, gum, cookies, pencils, and magazines. It was a difficult experience because I wanted to organize and make things “fair”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BI92xVo6HmrKrTzpJwJG0Z4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc70JjcuQvI/AAAAAAAAASs/T0hXgAwUmKY/s288/IMG_4467.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from the river to a store where lunch was waiting. It was similar fare, but I ended up eating rice and beans. It was just so tasty!  We loaded up the van and drove back to Dangriga after lunch. We went to the Island Expeditions office where we were able purchase some souvenirs and get the rest of our luggage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then driven to the airport, where a private puddle jumper was waiting to take us back to Belize City. We boarded the plane and took off for BC. It was the SMOOTHEST puddle jumper flight I’ve ever taken. I thought we were going to the international airport, but we landed at the municipal airport. The runway ended a few feet from the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Qp-nOgjFjtAJur6RBKM6Jp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc70NUd0W9I/AAAAAAAAASw/i8YDBB31gXI/s288/IMG_4478.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite the landing! We were then transferred to the hotel and were able to rest. As a last finale, we ended up having a final dinner together. It was quite the event, and a little sad, as we were all going our own ways the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - Time to go home! My flight didn’t leave until later in the afternoon, and two of my trip mates were on the same flight out. We decided to share a taxi to the airport. My roommate got up and left early, leaving me in the room by myself until noon. I slept in, enjoyed a nice breakfast buffet and was able to spend about two hours by the pool before it was time to leave. We ended up at the airport with about a billion students on mission trips. The majority of our flight was filled with these students. It wasn’t quite the restful flight that I had hoped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3K75eMmALskyt1OjY-y2mp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc70ZUcO4WI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6ofMv4zdI-0/s288/IMG_4488.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the REI travelers and I were able to rush through customs before the large group, and we had no trouble finding our way around the Dallas airport. I ended up waiting for my flight back to KC watching the KU basketball game with fellow Kansans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-5809001218082047706?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/5809001218082047706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=5809001218082047706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/5809001218082047706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/5809001218082047706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/05/belize-pt-3.html' title='Belize Pt. 3'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7y_2wJ2qI/AAAAAAAAASI/B_v2ugIei2g/s72-c/IMG_4382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-3757339412102978178</id><published>2011-04-30T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T18:33:05.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Many of you have asked about photos. I've posted some photo links to the left...and hopefully I'll get back to putting photos on these posts. Right now I'm focusing on getting the Belize trip updated before I head to South Korea and Thailand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-3757339412102978178?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/3757339412102978178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=3757339412102978178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/3757339412102978178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/3757339412102978178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/04/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-1612450681055046935</id><published>2011-04-28T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:22:00.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belize....Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Day 6 – Woke up on Caye Caulker and went to breakfast, went back to Da Real Macaw and packed my things. I hid my bags in the laundry room and wandered around the island until it was time to get a “taxi”. The taxis on the island are all golf carts. I guess some of the drivers on the island liked to drive fast, so they installed speed bumps. The speed bumps on the island are large, thick pieces of rope that are laid across the road. (Heather and Laura…think of the biggest rope that we use in training at the Y). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iSbJd2zn5CiJFBX5jctHCaLngwdX8HPirCe4S9vqtMI?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7uQmxDnUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9Eygmo5kxOg/s288/IMG_4155.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfU1Ybg6LSB5wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, took a taxi to the airport, and arrived a bit early. Got to hang out with the locals in the airport. Once my plane arrived, I got on to the horror of the group of diving moms. They were all mothers who were playing hooky from their families for a week, going around the Caribbean diving different places. They were so concerned that I was traveling by myself. ☺ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lt6zUwQCAZ00ErYr8Ocr0p4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7uW4Y98OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kK3MSCuAthg/s288/IMG_4158.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HFkixg-U3Qa0dwl8nN7yzp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7ufDDxltI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/n1KU2slQT7A/s288/IMG_4212.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed in Belize City, met up with the Island Expeditions guide, JC and waited for another flight to come in. We chatted about movies, absorbent cell phone prices, and my travels in Caye Caulker. Finally the flight that we were waiting for came in, and Sarah and Lorraine (from Canada) arrived. We decided to wait for the remaining flights at a local hotel. JC dropped us off, and we had a drink by the pool while we waited for the van. After everyone arrived, we loaded onto the van and headed to the Tropical Education Center to learn about the native animals of Belize. It began raining as JC was telling us about the history of the country. We decided to tough it out and head to the zoo anyways. We saw tons of cool animals, and heard the howler monkeys. We headed back to our cabins (which I forgot to take a photo of) and re-packed our stuff for the beach portion of our trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up and headed to the Actun Tunichil Muknal Cave. The cave was surprisingly fun. We first had to hike for an hour into the middle of the jungle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WYJQ1Hl1ZvhW8PAY2VpM6J4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7usxUZAlI/AAAAAAAAARA/YmOYZxpxSbg/s288/IMG_4184.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the mouth of the cave and geared up. We had to put on hard hats and headlamps. The first thing we had to do was to swim into the mouth of the cave. We had to climb, slide, swim, and shimmy through the cave to get to our final destination. Once we got to the part of the cave where most of the ruins were located, we had to take off our shoes, and put on socks. We had to wear socks so we wouldn’t damage the rock formations on the floor of the cave. We were able to see beautiful cave formations, Mayan pots and bones from bodies of people who were sacrificed by the Mayans many years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WOWUOKTLLYXbZhFwkP8jx54V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7uxa_HqAI/AAAAAAAAARE/a7CqJ0lYrnI/s288/IMG_4200.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we saw the ruins, we have to hike back out to our van where a packed lunch was waiting. We then boarded our van and drove to Dangriga to meet our boat for the next part of the trip. This van trip was what began our group bonding…and it was the best group EVER!&lt;br /&gt;We road on the boat for about 45 minutes and arrived at Tobacco Caye. We all had a wonderful dinner and ended up grabbing a drink at the local bar and heading to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0BeyDcIvaayRfTOnr780xp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7u7AApnOI/AAAAAAAAARI/K96H10AQMo0/s288/IMG_4214.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aZfjJC6d_xPEZdl4VxCNqJ4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7u86ZXfLI/AAAAAAAAARM/Le9h7KZ67-c/s288/IMG_4216.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 – We woke up early for breakfast and headed out to learn to kayak. The first part of kayaking was a tutorial on steering a kayak with a rudder. I ended up being partnered with Sarah…my new BFF! We were superstar paddlers! The final test we had to complete was the roll test. We had to put the covers on our kayak and roll over…upside down into the water, and get our paddles, bail the boat, and hop back in. I was a little shaky…but successful! We paddled around most of the day. We ended the day drinking coconut milk and rum drinks invented by our guide Damasco. This was where our team bonded…. drinks always make good friends turn into better friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VkLTeIoq01Sr9ixKElInEp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7vJRaowfI/AAAAAAAAARY/BdiozfIoWJk/s288/IMG_4219.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 – We woke up ready to paddle! We had to pack our things again and get ready to leave Tobacco Caye. We had a wonderful breakfast of fresh fruit, fry cakes, and eggs with refried beans (sounds weird…surprisingly good!). We then got into our boats and paddled over to the next caye. On the way we passed by mangroves and an island named bird island. This island was the location where hundreds of birds mate and make their nests. It was amazing because you could see them building their nests, feeding the babies, and trying to attract mates. Amanda…I thought of your fear of birds. You would have had a hard time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TGJYPfL1xQmveR40Vwz1DJ4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7v0p9_hJI/AAAAAAAAARk/R7VgjqL0Cjg/s288/IMG_4246.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting to the next island, we got back in a boat and traveled to Glover’s Atoll. When we pulled up in our boats, I knew that I had found my favorite place on the trip. We were staying in cute little tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mwi9qHeGLwitXc6NWLhKOp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7vbzRQ6fI/AAAAAAAAARc/9TFnraAMHPc/s288/IMG_4258.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aW2qsJKMRPADzLhucGLhZp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7vq_v6ooI/AAAAAAAAARg/76O0Ulw0Ros/s288/IMG_4255.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathrooms were primitive at best. The toilets were composting toilets. This meant that every time we used the bathroom, you have to throw a coconut scoop of wood chips in after your business. The showers were quite a trickle. I couldn’t even get the salt water out of my hair, let alone shampoo or conditioner. I was perfectly content to just sit on the porch of my tent and read a book. Or go out and kayak around the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 – We woke up on Glover’s atoll to a day of “free choice”. I chose to go snorkeling in the morning, and sailing in the afternoon. We paddled out and snorkeled around. The snorkeling was AMAZING! I was able to see and learn about all sorts of fish, I saw tons of manta rays, lobster, starfish, and just awesomeness! We paddled back in just in time to lie in a hammock and dry off before lunch. After lunch we had more free choice time and Lisa and I decided we wanted to try sailing. We got Pete (the best guide ever) to take us way out and snorkeled around. Pete was able to get us to slow down and really look for things on the reef. We were able to hold some crazy spider lobster thing, clown fish mucus (gross!) and jellyfish! We were also able to see some of the fish that bury themselves in the sand. In order to see them, you have to just float. We were able to sail back to the island. After a few mistakes, I was able to steer us (and Pete as a barnacle) back to the island using the wind! On our trip Pete shared the island secret! A shower in the back with AMAZING water pressure! I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to wash my hair with shampoo and conditioner in my whole life. Dinner was amazing, and we ended up closing down the bar on the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – We went on a morning paddle and snorkel our last morning on Glover’s Atoll. It was a little choppy out on the water, but I wanted to take advantage of all of the time I had on the island. I was able to paddle out with Jess and we had a grand time. Pete showed us around the reef again, and once again…he was the BEST GUIDE EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived back in the islands, we took a quick shower, ate lunch, and boarded a boat to take us back to Dangariga. As we boarded the boat, we noticed that the weather was starting to turn. We figured we had a short boat ride, and would beat the weather. Fifteen minutes later, one of the engines on our boat stopped working. Two minutes after that it started to pour. We pulled out all of the dirty sheets and tried to protect ourselves from the rain by covering ourselves with sheets. It was a rather futile effort. Our short boat ride turned into a 2-hour boat ride. Luckily the rain stopped after about 20 minutes. We arrived in Dangariga and went shopping. The grocery store we went to was an “American style” grocery store. Nothing too exciting. Except the price of rum. That was exciting…and super cheap! We were purchasing snacks and drinks for the last portion of our trip: the jungle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day at Big Falls Lodge. The lodge was beautiful and decadent, and someplace I’d never be able to actually afford to stay. The hot shower was the best ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Lo1Qf8pquIZnIfCuRo0TGJ4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7wLW68S7I/AAAAAAAAARo/SBSvjyzJzfY/s288/IMG_4281.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - I slept wonderfully and woke to the sound of tropical birds. We repacked our things for the jungle portion of the trip and headed off to the Mayan village. One of our guides, Pedro, took us to his village to see how modern Mayans live in Belize today. It was a very rustic village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0T15MofxlKXVI-nT8OgCep4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7wb2luSAI/AAAAAAAAARw/UTxI_As8_6w/s288/IMG_4327.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro’s house was actually two smaller buildings. One room was the cooking room and the second room was the sleeping room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K98nqadNNGLIFxMJnV0BOp4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7wT66p3wI/AAAAAAAAARs/pxNs_PdUsYk/s288/IMG_4297.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom for the “tourists” was a hold in the ground covered by a plywood seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XP8LTCEvceydz1b3TMqrOZ4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7wiBijeVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eJPqwuFwtfQ/s288/IMG_4304.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom for the Mayans was the woods. After touring Pedro’s we walked into the town and went to a bazaar where we were able to purchase crafts. Then we headed to a family’s house and ate a prepared meal of traditional foods. The one thing I was surprised about was their tamales. They were only rice. No meat…and very flavorless. But I ate the whole thing to be polite ☺. We then drove in the van to the put-in point for our canoeing. The entire day was pretty dreary, and on our drive it started to rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to hike down the side of a mountain to our put in point. Of course I fell down the mountain. I should have known it wouldn’t be the last time I’d bite it. We hopped in our canoes and started down the Moho River. There were many drops the first day. A drop is like a mini-waterfall where you stay in your boat and go over the edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Kansas! I was the first girl to volunteer to go over a drop, and I nailed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D0fECW6eDTiRB8uxRDWPW54V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7wtevZeTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6NB7R0pbTEA/s288/IMG_4440.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going over many drops, we arrived at our set up campsite and changed into dry clothes. We were pretty exhausted so we had dinner, a drink or two and went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-1612450681055046935?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/1612450681055046935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=1612450681055046935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/1612450681055046935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/1612450681055046935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/04/belizept-2.html' title='Belize....Pt. 2'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7uQmxDnUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9Eygmo5kxOg/s72-c/IMG_4155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-8201294810297100705</id><published>2011-04-22T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:02:27.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belize...Looking Back, Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Flew on the WORST FLIGHT EVER. We flew right threw a thunderstorm, and I about lost my very expensive Dallas airport dinner. Arrived at the airport only to find out that they had held an plane for me, so I ran through the airport to meet up with the puddle jumper. Got off on Caye Caulker and got on a taxi to De Real Macaw. I checked in and went and had dinner at Wish Willys. It was a little unorganized and the only reason I ended up eating there was because it was a place recommended by my guide. In hindsight, I should have gone elsewhere, but I was too tired to think clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Got up, went on a walk around the island. Made a grocery run and bought a gallon of water so I’d have some good drinking water. Found a cute place to eat breakfast and ended up talking with a lady who told me about a half-day snorkel tour. I went and booked it. After booking the tour I met three people from Canada who were on the end of their world tour. They were getting ready to go on a tour with Ras Creek and invited me to tag along. Sadly I had already paid for my tour and couldn’t go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-vZseOL9fpR6gtq_KD-9JKLngwdX8HPirCe4S9vqtMI?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7p1twP6TI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2LbQAaMXKXk/s288/IMG_4085.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfU1Ybg6LSB5wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up spending the morning at the split, laying on a piece of broken concrete talking to two brothers from the US who were staying at the same place I stayed. One was an investment banker and the other was the owner of a landscaping company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/S-prjBbxb6FfbP7KL557S6LngwdX8HPirCe4S9vqtMI?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7qDFnJo6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/y9ZG4jP4l4Y/s288/IMG_4084.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfU1Ybg6LSB5wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sunning for a while, I headed back and ate lunch and met up with the boat for my tour. The tour was okay. The guide was knowledgeable and he took us around to several places. I was able to snorkel on my own. The best part of the snorkeling was when we visited stingray alley. I was able to swim and touch nurse sharks and huge stingrays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2okt7t_LvyqJ17hqFUxpLKLngwdX8HPirCe4S9vqtMI?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7qMuiSE0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ln_as2mTXRE/s288/nurse%20shark.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfU1Ybg6LSB5wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eCGCcef62Ds3DQKDN6Gp-6LngwdX8HPirCe4S9vqtMI?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7qOTv3RXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6YKsbvRnz1g/s288/rays%20and%20me.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfU1Ybg6LSB5wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NHtbTUvlNql2DDig_yTqpqLngwdX8HPirCe4S9vqtMI?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7qQD1AlWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1UTwfssOgLM/s288/rays.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfU1Ybg6LSB5wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the three people from the morning that evening, and we hooked up for dinner and then met up with the two brothers. We all went out for drinks, and I realized how lame I am. They drank and drank and drank, and I got tired and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;Got up and went to my FAVORITE breakfast place. It was up these rickety stairs and they had the most amazing Mexican Breakfast Dish. I even drank tea with breakfast and I felt very British. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pW3tf3TWuqGeII1JdiNzwqLngwdX8HPirCe4S9vqtMI?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7qncCAj7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Naki8EJ9S4I/s288/IMG_4153.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfU1Ybg6LSB5wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast I headed back to my room and got ready for my second snorkel tour with Ragamuffin Tours. I was a little nervous when I got there because there were a ton of people. They split us up into different boats and we headed off. Sadly it wasn’t windy enough to sail to our first snorkel destination, so we motored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nbdLZCD-CZDkjKLmbn14FqLngwdX8HPirCe4S9vqtMI?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7q1b1feSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ug0US8CYDM4/s288/IMG_4103.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfU1Ybg6LSB5wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with a bunch of the people and then we got to our first snorkel spot. It was an okay spot, but not my favorite. The second spot we went was back to Sting Ray Alley. It was not nearly as fun as when I went the previous day, and I’m glad that I went on two tours. The final snorkel stop was amazing. It was called Hol Chan and it was a protected spot. I was able to see a ton of fish, sea turtles, and a moray eel! On the way back to Caye Caulker, we all got rum punch to drink. I drank a lot and by the time we were back to dock, I had to eat dinner and go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;I had no plans on this day. I decided to start the day eating breakfast at my favorite place. After, I walked around the island and took pictures of things. I saw the school, kids walking to school, different houses and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yc9_DIq1qyQ_rA4hyJinE54V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7tMzyn28I/AAAAAAAAAQo/IrU1ZA5regE/s288/IMG_4133.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2SZJ7qt1PMbIqd6K-W-1hJ4V0g6hbkuHB4J8GcqSgtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7tX7pCdiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/u8rOokb0Z4w/s288/IMG_4154.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize02?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXmsO-xh-LuFw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed back and spent a bit of time reading on my front porch, and once I got too hot, headed to the Split for some swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cCQGK-75qFcZvZZVHiE9jaLngwdX8HPirCe4S9vqtMI?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7rBcovMQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/86rrbZ3yWp0/s288/IMG_4146.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Becca.Suzanne/Belize?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfU1Ybg6LSB5wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Belize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super crowded (well, crowded for Caye Caulker isn’t really very crowded) but I found a spot and laid in the sun for a while. I spent most of the day reading, and it was very relaxing. For dinner I ate at a place where the cook/hostess/owner stood next to the picnic tables and she yelled at people. It was the first place I ate fish that had the head still attached, and it was a little weird, but very tasty. I met a couple of people and it turned out that we were both going on the same tour the next morning. So we planned to meet at the dock and head out together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;Got up and went to the grocery store for cereal, milk, and snacks. Packed my backpack and walked to the dock. Bought my round trip ticket and waited for my friends to show up. They were traveling from Seattle. We bonded over the horror that was going to happen because we booked our tour on “cruise day”. We arrived at the dock in Belize City and met up with our guide, who drove us out to the cave tubing place. The whole way he told us about the flora and fauna and history of some of the things that we saw. When we got to the zip-lining place…we were horrified at the “cruise goers” They were rude, obnoxious, and not being kind to their guides. We headed over and zip lined, and it was AWESOME! Then we changed into our swimsuits and met up with our tubing guide. I was disappointed in the cave tubing. It was more like being pulled through the cave as fast as he could pull us. The guide was nice, but it was clearly a profit place, not for meandering. I think I was also really disappointed that I didn’t get to do the tour that I wanted to…going to Lamanai to see the Mayan ruins. When I returned, I saw a sign that mentioned a movie playing. I walked to this place, ordered dinner, got a good seat, and watched The Kings Speech. The ocean was crashing on the left, dinner was amazing, and I met someone from England who had been traveling around Central America for a few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-8201294810297100705?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/8201294810297100705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=8201294810297100705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/8201294810297100705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/8201294810297100705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/04/belizelooking-back-pt-1.html' title='Belize...Looking Back, Pt 1'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/Tc7p1twP6TI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2LbQAaMXKXk/s72-c/IMG_4085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093306.post-7157620814143407971</id><published>2011-04-22T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:17:37.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, hello...</title><content type='html'>I am going to use this blog to keep track of my adventures. It will be updated as I have adventures, and as I'm going about normal life, it may not be updated. Adventures to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36093306-7157620814143407971?l=expectinggreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/7157620814143407971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36093306&amp;postID=7157620814143407971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/7157620814143407971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36093306/posts/default/7157620814143407971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expectinggreatness.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-hello.html' title='Why, hello...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401818283020527692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfoJL_Dqr1k/SGeiNp9yhPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N75afOtzeGM/S220/IMG_2647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
