Every morning at Jindo, I woke up to this amazing view. I ignored how gross my body felt from the humidity and heat and, instead, enjoyed every moment at the college. Though I threw myself into the music classes, I did have difficulty adjusting to not only the “college” schedule but also the Korean lifestyle. Regardless of where I was, I had to deal with both the language barrier and cultural differences. Particularly in Jindo, the peninsular is isolated from Korea’s major urban life in Seoul and Busan; thus, I had few other tourists, besides the ones in my group, to blend in with. I stuck out even more from natives. Throughout the trip, I worried about offending them and made extra effort to say proper greetings and thank yous.