Spring Break, Part. I.  Pack your sandals and break out the sunscreen!!  We're off to . . .
Chicago. 
We're not in Cabo anymore.  Linda shows off her newly-purchased Chookas in an icy alley.
On Day 1, I went to a club where, as usual, I was overdressed despite my efforts to blend in with the young crowd, donning my Forever 21 attire.  We were there to celebrate Byun's birthday (pictured right) but it was well- understood that I was there to (1) meet face-to-face the people I stalk online (through their blogs, xangas, etc.) and (2) hopefully be featured on aforementioned blogs, xangas, etc., the following day.  And it worked.
A productive evening. I cyberstalk 3 out of 5 people in this photo.  (Picture stolen from someone else's Xanga.)   
On Day 2, I went to church with Linda and Phil.  The sermon was on John 12.  Later that evening, a bunch of us met for tapas.
Reenacting John 12.  (Though I'm not sure what translation Phil was reading, where Jesus was posed as Phil is here.)
Tapas brings people together.  See the guy waving in this picture?  Why is he sheepishly grining?  Perhaps it's because I just publically chastised him for talking during my prayer over the meal.  That's right, Jin.  I was praying. 
Even though I've known these people forever, I still manage to learn new things about them.  When I first met Ed our freshman year, I assumed he didn't speak English.  So I never bothered talking to him.  But it turned out he spoke perfect English.  (In fact, he was an English major.)  I also assumed he wasn't a citizen and couldn't vote.  But this week, I learned he was born in Oregon.  Ed is as American as apple pie.
Here are two of my Korean friends, Cathy and Ed, bowing to me, as dictated by their culture.
And what visit to Chicago would be complete without a series of Asian group pictures?
I believe the directions were, "Make love to the camera with your eyes!"  I'll be the first to admit...that's some pretty scary love making. 
Day 3: Linda and I visit the Body Worlds exhibit at the Museum of Science & Industry, where real bodies were displayed.  As a token of our visit, Linda bought me a keychain of a t-shirt with a human heart on it.  A touching gesture by a wonderful host. 
Heads galore: my head, a reflection of my head, and a slice of someone else's head.
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