My host father wants to be called "oppa"

For Koreans, such a title is totally fine, but the idea that a young woman calls close male friends, older brothers, and her boyfriend by the title has never sat well with me. My weird feelings toward the term aside, my host family is incredibly nice, and I feel guilty that the only things I brought to give to them as gifts are lame magnets and a keychain-  all of which I bought at the airport before I left...
I would like to apologize for the fact that  I had no wifi connection for the last couple of days because I was away in the country/ seaside for my volunteer project orientation. Finland, Switzerland, Denmark 1&2, and Germany are all awesome and so are the staff!

There are lots of things I want to show all of you, but my camera and laptop are going through a time in which they are not speaking to one another (let us hope it does not escalate into a custody battle, the laptop will win). In other news, I got to glimpse North Korea from the top of a really tall building shaped a lot like the Space Needle, but unfortunately it just looked gray, misty and sad because I was so far far away.
If it is ever safe enough for me to go to the DMZ, I'll make sure to tell you guys all about it!
Love and butterfly kisses,
Draco
(Did anybody get that reference? no? Ok, well I love you all!)