Okay. Some pictures.

I posted a lot of pictures.
I think 22 of them.
You might want to find the first one and then look at them from the bottom up, because that's chronological. Or not. Whatever suits you.
It's 2:12am, and I have to work tomorrow.
Good thing I got tons of sleep today!
Rock on.

The department store where we went on our Tuesday jailbreak, and where we tried to eat on our last night -- alas, closed for remodeling, but we got to eat Korean barbeque at that cool restaurant instead 

A busy main street 

The back street where we found that restaurant 

Just us girls (Lane, me, Lina, Malinda), at dinner our last night in Korea 

Another view of the church where the Conference was 

The church that hosted the Conference, side view 

A woman singing in between sessions, in traditional Korean dress 

Inside the church where the Conference was held. It was massive. 

Candler street preachers, behind a smaller version of the pulpit in the church where the Conference was held. 

The Korean Pastors' Wives Choir singing to the World Methodist Conference 

Traditional Korean breakfast, prepared for us by a church where we attended 6:30am prayers (their second service of the day). There were noodle dishes, several types of kimchi, fried squash, and fish. We drank fresh tomato juice and Korean style (read: instant with powdered cream and sugar already added) coffee. 

Letting off steam at, that's right, Outback. We needed a meal that did not include kimchi. And it was good. 

At the Conference, there were lots of ladies in traditional Korean dresses, just bowing all day. That would be the least fun volunteer job. They lined the entrance area, stood at all elevator and stairwells, and greeted us at the sanctuary. They were beautiful, and I became accustomed to bowing to any and everyone I saw. And I said "kawmap-sumneeda" (thank you) to everyone, too. 

At that Chinese restaurant with some of the St. Paul kids. 

Lane and me eating some weird black noodle dish at a CHINESE restaurant with the St. Paul crowd. I got pretty good at chopsticks (the eating utensils, not the song...) 

Shopping in Itaewon.  

That changing of the guards ceremony I mentioned. All the beards were fake. Sorry to destroy your illusions.  

Eating at Lina's favorite restaurant. I am so thankful Lina was with us, and so regretful that she was used as a translator instead of being able to just be a student. 

At the palace. There were always mountains around. Seoul is surrounded by them. Dana would love it.