After a night of hospitality (yeah, girl) from Ms. Molly Berman, and a tasty breakfast with the Edgertons (long drive!) and the Bergmanns (sans Emily) at Chloe's in San Francisco, Aud and I arrived at SFO for the first leg of our journey: a thirteen-hour flight to Seoul, Korea. Issuing instructions in Korean and occasionally in English, the crew of Asiana Airlines commenced the single most confusing boarding process I've ever encountered. They broke the plane up into three or four sections, by seat, and tried to load the last rows first. But they did so not by calling seat numbers but rather by assigning letters, in reverse-alphabetical order, and wandering around the seating area with paper auction cards on sticks and calling out the letters.
We finally fell into line, two sections late, next to another pair of young Americans. Through our small talk it came out that they were en route to Japan to visit the woman's relatives. In a small world moment, we also learned that they are from Reno: the man went to Douglas HS in Gardnerville, and she was a year ahead of me at McQueen! This connection notwithstanding, we (awkwardly) never exchanged names and didn't see them after the flight.
Coming soon: details about the flight itself...
<3 Kyle
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