It’s hard to believe that we have been back in the US six months now.   Korea seems like a dream almost.   If it wasn’t for the wonderful friends we made, the hundreds of pictures, the beautiful art pieces hanging on our walls (along with the ones that still need to be framed), the cultural habits we picked up, and the speaking in tongues.   We would never know we were gone.   But every time I hand something off two handed to a sales clerk with a slight bow, I...