the travel club

I met a Danish man in the hostel in St. Augustine, Florida. He told me that he was in a travel club. The only requirement for the travel club is that you have to have visited more countries than how many years you are old. He must have been in his fifties, and very well traveled. I, on the other hand would not yet be allow in this elite club, but I am well on my way. I'm at 17 at 22 years old (USA, Canada, Israel, Korea, Spain, Italy, Holland, Germany, Austria, Poland, Ukraine, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary, Serbia, Bosnia, Croatia). I got five more to go before I turn 23, or more likely 6 more before 24. But that's later, and I'm all for now.
I played tennis all weekend long, first on a nicely paved hardcourt. The next day (like day and night) a classic sandy clay Korean court. After we rechalked the lines, we were ready to play, but we had to watch the ball carefully since the bounce was nearly always unpredictable. But two doubles sets later and we were exhausted. Later I hiked up to the big Buddha statue with my friend Ryan, and hiked through the temple hills.
Tomorrow is back to school.