I’ve only been in Busan for about ten days now, but it feels like I’ve been here for much longer. I don’t know whether it’s the fact that I spend what feels like an eternity participating in small talk at an English cafe for four hours a day, six days a week, or if it’s because I’ve somehow managed to adjust (probably not). Can I complain though? They say going abroad gives you the opportunity to learn from the locals, and what’s a better way to do so than being sat at a table for three ninety-minute shifts Monday thru Saturday, hopped up on either no coffee or too much coffee, engaging in simple conversation? If I sound ungrateful, this is solely coming from the fact that there are some days where the conversations are fun and lighthearted, while others feel a bit like I’m trudging through quicksand in the middle of a thunderstorm blindfolded – maybe being eaten alive by mosquitos, or something equally as uncomfortable. Is it obvious what kind of day I had today? Perfect.