The Disasters of an Untried Traveler in Korea: Intro

“Hey, welcome back,” your coworker greets you as he steps into the office kitchenette. “How was your trip?”

“Oh, it was fantastic!” you respond as you lift the handle on the Keurig, placing your K-cup in the slot. The aroma of hazelnut and caramel surrounds you in warmth, contradicting the cold glow of the fluorescent lights—as well as staving off the cold reality of being back at work—as you regale your teammate with all the fun you’d had the past two weeks.

Well. Aren’t you a little liar.

Oh, sure. The things you told your coworker did happen. And you did feel the emotions you described. But you also did lie—by omission.

Because you didn’t mention any of the bad stuff. Not the flat tire or the sunburn or the food poisoning. And who could blame you? Those aren’t the stories most people want to hear. Certainly not your coworker.

But those are just the stories I’m about to tell.

The Disasters of an Untried Traveler in Korea is a new blog series. Check back soon for Disaster 1: I Don't Think That Guy was Really a Monk.