Kuniko had to leave early for work, so we packed up and I was back on a train early in the morning. The fastest JR train, the shinkaisoku, doesn’t run in my direction that early, so I took the regular kaisoku home, which added about twenty minutes to the trip.

By the time I got home, I was exhausted and took a quick nap. I woke up an hour later feeling refreshed, and since there was a break in the weather I put on my hiking boots and walked east out of Futami towards Takasago.

It was a fairly long walk – I was hoping to go 12 kilometers, but ended up turning around about four kilometers out, since there were some dark clouds on the horizon. As I walked back the last kilometer it started pouring – luckily I had brought my umbrella.

At home I spent some time on laundry, but only a little bit on studying. I watched a movie that I had downloaded Star Trek: First Contact, and I even fired up the grill to cook some beef and grill some onions.

Around 10 p.m. Kuniko called. She had her two houseguests there, and they were planning a trip to Universal Studios Japan tomorrow. They had asked Kuniko to invite me along, and after a bit of checking in my bank book, I said that I would go. It would be a good chance to get out and since I get paid on Wednesday I should be just fine.

Well, I’m off to bed – I’ve got to get up early to meet everyone at the station tomorrow.

Friday has come, and I was definitely eager to put the wrap on this week. I had only three classes, but one of them was new and so I had to organize that. The new class involves spilling the news that we have an interview test coming, and the students’ reaction was typical – what the heck? After I explained what was going on, they seemed to be OK with it.

We had a morning assembly, and during the assembly two kids keeled over during the presentation from exhaustion. These guys are working hard to prepare for the culture festival, and doing regular studies on top of that.

After school people were tuning into TV and radio to monitor the progress of an incoming typhoon. The ESS club elected to cancel our meeting and many of the other clubs did as well. They wanted to get home as soon as possible with the wind starting to blow pretty hard.

Kuniko had emailed me the other day and invited me to dinner in Osaka, since her weekend was going to be busy with work and also a trip to USJ with Yuri and another teacher. I changed clothes at school and Mr. Hayashi gave me a ride to the station. He seemed to sense something was up, but I told him that I was going to see Richard and Naoko off at the airport. Top secret!

As I waited for the JR train I noticed that everyone hadn’t formed the normal orderly lines that I’m used to get on board. I walked right up to the front, but as soon as the train showed up, a big sheet of water and wind got me. Duh. At least I got a seat on the train.

Osaka’s weather was somewhat more calm, with just sprinkles, and almost no wind. Kuniko cooked up some om-rice for dinner, and we had Hagen-Dasz bars for dessert. She talked me into staying the night since the weather was starting to stir up in Osaka. Outside the rain was pounding the buildings, and I wasn’t too thrilled to go back out in it.

Instead we watched Japanese TV for a little while, and I got to see part of the Doraemon show – the show based on the comics that I read to study Japanese. It was interesting to hear their voices – they were nothing like I imagined!

Lately things have been smelling like a campfire in our teacher’s room. This is pretty normal, actually, but the weather has been such that I’ve noticed it more. Why does it smell like a campfire? Because they are burning garbage on the next street.

It is very common here for people to burn their trash. Usually they collect it into a big pile, and then burn it. I am supposed to sort my own garbage into burnable and non-burnable piles. Even a drive through the countryside finds smoldering piles of trash – the country is so wet that the threat of the fire spreading is minimal. Do you have a lot of crap to get rid of? Burn it, dude.

Anyway, it has been particularly aromatic lately, but if you try to forget that it’s garbage it’s actually quite pleasant.

Mr. Hayashi came bustling into the teacher’s room and asked me for my website address. I gave him the old address, even though I wasn’t sure what he wanted it for. I guess the people in the office wanted to check it out. They were disappointed that there were no pictures, but impressed nonetheless. I’m really glad that I was able to switch locations – my website is the topic of conversation a couple of times a month, even though I haven’t really updated the other one.

I had another easy day today, but tomorrow is back to work with a couple of tough classes. After school the ESS club got together to work on our project. I really didn’t do much but hang out and proof-read a few paragraphs for them. Harada-san and I practiced kanji together, and I helped her with some English. She’s really good at helping with the kanji – she’s got a good sense of humor about it.

The hallways these days are filled with people dancing. The upcoming cultural festival must be a complete dance marathon – I think every single class and most clubs are dancing. Everyone wants a room to practice in, too. Today they were spilling out into the hallways, and I had to duck around twirling people to get from place to place.

I got out of school around 5:15, and as I was walking down the street towards the station, I heard somebody call my name. I turned around expecting a student, but it was Keiko-san, the nice lady who invited me to chat in English with her friends a while back. She was with someone else who she introduced as Ikuko, a lady that lives across the street from the school. She was actually pretty good at English, and teaches English to junior high school kids. She is teaching Japanese to another ALT from England, who apparently lives in Takasago – I’ve never seen him, though.

Anyway, we chatted for a little while. I knew where this was going to go – Keiko was no doubt trying to either get me to practice English with Ikuko or go out with her, maybe both. Keiko asked me if I was free next week to chat a little bit in English, and I said that I was free in the beginning of the week. Keiko said she’d call me and work out the details. Keiko told me how nice Ikuko was – isn’t she nice looking? Yikes.

I said goodbye, and headed to the station – now I’m back home and cooking up some tonkatsu and rice for dinner. This weekend a typhoon is supposed to hit, but not this area. It’ll just be nice and wet during the weekend.

Today was a pretty easy day as far as classes go. I had only three classes, so I was able to hit the books pretty hard. The history teacher made frequent visits to chat about nothing in particular, so that drove me up to my classroom where I could study in peace.

For lunch I ate in the cafeteria, and they had a new dish – wakame rice. It’s just regular rice but it’s mixed with salted seaweed. It was pretty good, but between the soup that they gave me and that, I had a little too much salt running through me.

After school the teachers had a staff meeting, but I was lucky enough not to be invited. I studied at my desk, and only Ms. Obara, the part time teacher, was there with me. We had the door locked so nobody could come in and steal stuff.

Back home I cooked up breakfast for dinner, bacon and eggs – yum. I decided to take the evening off from studying, and watched Top Secret. Hilarious – I had missed some of the sight gags the last few times I had seen it. Great movie.

It’s getting closer to the weekend, although with no money it won’t be that exciting. Kuniko has a lot of fun stuff lined up – she has the next few days off from school and she’s going to USJ with Yuri and another teacher from her old school in Kakogawa.

I’m off to bed – maybe I’ll just review my kanji for a few minutes before I crash out.

Way back when I first started teaching at my high school I had a problem student in one of my classes. He put almost no effort into the class, and worse, he distracted other students from my lesson. I talked with him in an effort to make him do his work, and a couple of times I was ready to really get pissed off at this guy.

This year he’s my best friend. Now that he’s been promoted to second year, I teach him every week – twice as much as last year. I don’t know where it started, but I talked with him in the hallway in Japanese once, and ever since he’s been really interested in me. He asks me about my diet, he helps me study Japanese, and he’s attentive in class.

I feel like somehow I’ve gotten through to him. Most of the time he only speaks Japanese, but now he works without distracting other students and he’ll even say something to other students if they start acting up in my class.

I had four classes today – three of which were my “Anything” classes. I tried some new activities out today. One was an activity where I read a story out loud in English, and the students drew what I described on a piece of paper. It actually worked out better than I expected. Once I wrote out the English on the blackboard the students were all comparing pictures and laughing at the differences and the artwork. I got a lot of satisfaction out of that – I’m glad they enjoyed it.

Another new activity I did was invite everyone to the front of the class. I dumped out a big bag of junk on the desk, and told everyone about them. I had a stick of deodorant in the bag, which caused a lot of excitement. I explained what it was and pantomimed putting some on under my arms. On the students opened it up and you should have seen the expression on his face when he smelled it – like someone had just farted. No wonder deodorant isn’t popular here.

I dropped in on a P.E. class playing ping pong in the gym. Their teacher is a new one this year, Mr. Arai. He’s a P.E. teacher and he looks the part. He talks in a booming voice, wears track suits all the time, and is the alpha male of the first year teachers. I chatted with him and found out that he knows quite a bit of English.

The short version of his story is that he went to Croatia for a year to study handball ten years ago. Handball is a completely different sport here in Japan – it looks like a lot more fun than the health club version back home. Anyway, we chatted for a long time and he seemed really nice. My first impression of him was a giant Y-chromosome in gym pants, but as is usually the case, there’s a lot more to the guy than what you see.

The weather in Kansai made a pleasant change and now it’s nice and cool, with almost no humidity. Antoine and I were joking about it on the phone tonight – all these changes in weather are so much more dramatic than what we’re used to in SoCal.

Mr. Hayashi had the urge to leave early today, and I had to do some shopping for ESS, so we decided to split. We are each other’s perfect alibi. If we leave together someone always thinks that there is some kind of menial task that I need help with, and we’re out of there. Mr. Hayashi lives for this kind of stuff.

Tonight I cooked some pork with a Thai chili marinade that came out pretty good – maybe a bit too much peanut butter, so I’ll know for next time. I did about forty minutes of studying, but I almost fell asleep in my chair, so I’m off to bed. It’ll be nice to sleep tonight with the cool weather.

I came back to work today to find my desk covered in piles of homework assignments. Even though I was gone for three days last week, my students were still turning in their assignments diligently.

The history teacher confirmed for me that somebody was killed on the train tracks in Okubo last night. He said that it was a woman in her forties, and she was standing on the tracks. I’m not sure if he got his numbers correct, but he said that every year 30,000 people commit suicide in Japan. He said car accidents only kill about 10,000 people. Wow – scary.

I had four classes today, and between those and marking papers I was plenty busy. The day flew by. I was pretty tired – I started out pretty energetic in the morning, but by my last class in the afternoon I was ready to conk out. The last class was taught by the student teacher, and Mr. Hayashi and I were in the back of the class struggling to remain conscious. She did pretty well with the students, and even had a drawing of an Eskimo to show the students. You could tell that she put a lot of effort into the lesson.

After school I was working with the ESS students – we are getting ready for our culture festival, and the project is underway. I am trying to stay out of their way as much as possible – it’s their club after all. They were very eager to get to work, and I printed up a bunch of photos for them to use, as well as a paragraph about life in the United States. They are going to write a contrasting paragraph about life in Japan, and then translate everything to Japanese for other students to read later on.

I left them hard at work around 5:15, and got home dead on my feet. The heat and humidity are kicking in, and it’s tough walking around in it. I opened up the house and it’s only now just cooling down.

Dinner tonight was a beef bowl with rice and green onions. Not a rice bowl – I think there was more beef than rice, actually. I marinated the beef in a strange marinade that I randomly (and I mean randomly) pulled off the shelf of the local grocery store. The marinade worked pretty well, but I added a little Tabasco and some sesame seeds, and then stir-fried the whole thing up with the green onions. It was lots of food – I’m stuffed.

After dinner I worked on some plans for tomorrow’s classes. I hope that tomorrow I have more free time. I haven’t had much time to study lately.

We all slept in a bit in the morning, and then I got up and cooked up bacon, eggs, and toast for everyone’s breakfast. The bacon was great – Farmer John’s from Costco.

Richard and Naoko packed up all their gear and took off for Osaka. They wanted to look around a bit more before we all met up at the big “wedding” party in honor of Richard and Naoko that night. I came home to do a little quick clean up, and then I called Kuniko. She was home, so we decided to meet up there and spend part of the afternoon together before we left for the party.

On the train ride to Osaka I was in the first car, and I could watch the driver while we were traveling. I could see all the controls, too, and I was surprised to see that the top speed for the train was around 80 miles per hour. Most of it was automatic, and the train “engineer” constantly checked the schedule to make sure they were on time.

I spent the afternoon in Shin-Osaka with Kuniko. We watched part of The Majestic, with Jim Carrey. It was so-so… a little sappy for me.

Just after five o’clock we got our act together and hit the road to try to find the party. It took two train connections, but then we found the place, just as it was starting to rain. Inside the room was filled with people that we didn’t know.

Naoko’s strategy was for them to hide somewhere, and once everyone had arrived, make a grand entrance. That was cool – very dramatic, but in the meantime we just kind of introduced ourselves to random people.

Somebody started playing some music – they had a three piece band of girls playing the ukelele, the keyboards, and some pots and pans. The song was great – lots of Japanese, and then the chorus was in English – “Hello Men!”

After a couple choruses of “Hello Men!”, Naoko and Richard suddenly appeared at the door. Everyone cheered and welcomed them in, and then people starting chowing down on the food. The food was quite good, centered around a bowl of oden – kind of a cold weather stew full of boiled vegetables and cooked meats. Richard and Naoko made the rounds meeting friends, and Kuniko and I chatted with the people around us.

Finally around 8:30, we had to excuse ourselves to leave. Kuniko has to be up early on Monday and it was a school night for me, too. We walked back to the subway station, and took the train from there to Shin-Osaka. We said our goodbyes there, and I caught the next super rapid train towards Futami.

At Kobe station, when the train stopped, they made an announcement over the loudspeaker. I didn’t quite catch it, but 90% of the people jumped up and ran out of the train to get on another one on the next track. What the heck? I decided to stick with my original train – this has never happened to me before.

After five minutes it became apparent that the train wasn’t going anywhere, so I transferred to another train, and then leapfrogged my way west, taking a grand total of four different trains to get to my station.

At Okubo station, we pulled up in our train and saw that they had the super rapid track closed off. There was a mixture of police and construction workers milling about, and some men were picking up things from the track and putting them in what appeared to be a body bag. Ugh. Some people were staring, trying to see as much as possible, some were looking away, and it was a real bummer to see. It explained all the delays up and down the line – since I can’t read the newspaper I probably will have to ask my teachers what happened tomorrow.

Getting off in Tsuchiyama, I was near Carrefour, so I dropped in to do a little shopping for groceries. I was super thirsty, so I bought lots of juice to drink, and on impulse, a tiny umbrella that I can fit in my man-purse.

As soon as I walked outside, it started raining – perfect. I opened up my little umbrella, and it kept me dry for the short walk home.

Now I’m getting ready to hit the sack. Tomorrow I’m back to work, and it looks like the rainy season is in full swing.

Saturday morning I was up early ready to conquer the world, or at least a small mountain. Unfortunately, Richard was crashed out asleep. I hit the shower, did a little studying, and just kind of hung out until Naoko called around ten o’clock. She asked to speak to Richard, so her called served as a wake up call.

I cooked up some om-rice for breakfast, but I don’t think Richard was too into his – he’s overdosing on rice nowadays. We took off for Kobe to do some hiking and look around a bit more.

In Kobe we walked to Nunobiki waterfall, and then had a couple of beers in the little bar overlooking the falls. The weather was perfect… it was a beautiful day.

After spending some time walking around on the mountain, we decided to go back into town and look around a bit. Richard found lots of old books in a bookstore in Motomachi, and we had lunch at a nice little tonkatsu place.

At around five o’clock we headed back to Akashi, and we had time to drop into Donkey and shoot some darts before meeting Naoko. When we got to the station she was already there. It was great to see her. She had cut her hair just like Richard had cut his. We went to get some dinner at an okonomiyaki place that I know, and poor Richard had to pick through his while Naoko and I chowed down.

After dinner we went back to my place and I gave Naoko the grand tour. She got things organized and Richard managed to talk her into running down to the yakitori for a quick beer. We got there just as some of the usual suspects arrived, so we all sat down and Richard did his best with Japanese. He ordered up some food and beer, but I was trying to save money and I ordered water. Naoko did the same.

“One more beer” turned into four drinks, and pretty soon the master was pulling out the Okinawa version of tequila. We had a great time, and it was fun to talk to everyone. The language was Japanese – not much English was spoken that night at the yakitori.

Finally we got going and headed home. We all retired fairly early, and got plenty of rest for the next day.

The final day Antoine and Nel skipped out entirely, to go back and enjoy a day off from school. I was planning to meet Richard, my friend from San Diego, at Sannomiya station at 12:30, so I was going to stick around anyway. The last two seminars were decent – one was from a guy that was one of the original JET’s, and his stories were very interesting. So much different from our experiences.

Once the conference wrapped up I went to pick up my luggage. I was the first person to walk into the huge conference room, and they were ready for a big crowd. Imagine forty people standing in front of a thousand suitcases. Everyone bowed and said “Irrashaimase” when I walked in. I wish my camera was in my hand when it happened. It was so cool.

I went to Sannomiya and bumped into Richard right away. It was good to see him – he had cut his long hair off, and he looked pretty good. We stashed our gear, and then went out for some noodles to catch up.

We walked around Kobe exploring a little of Motomachi, and then we took the train back to Higashi Futami. I showed him around the apartment, and we just relaxed and rested up. Richard’s wife Naoko is organizing his trip, so he’s been busy seeing all kinds of famous sites in Japan.

We went up to Carrefour to do a little shopping and then went to the yakitori for dinner. It was a good opportunity for Richard to use his Japanese, and he did great! The master was a good sport and we had plenty of meat-on-a-stick.

Richard and I came back around 11, and I was so exhausted that I went in to bed and crashed right out. What a day – but it’s nice to put the conference behind me and get back into my normal routine.

The next day was four seminars, and although I attended them all, Antoine and Nel skipped the afternoon ones to go check out the spooky theme park. I enjoyed almost all of the seminars, but was very tired when we met up later to go eat somewhere. We had lots of ideas, including one crazy idea to BBQ at my place, but we ended up going to Suma beach and watching the sunset, and then going to an izakaya that Nel often visits. That worked out great because they took credit cards – I could use some of the money that I had just sent home instead of burning cash. The place was great – the waitress was patient with our terrible Japanese, and there wasn’t a foreigner to be found.

On the way back I saw one of the girls from my yakitori on another train and we waved at each other. I think the guy she was with wasn’t too happy to see us waving madly at each other like giddy schoolkids. I guess I’ll let her handle that one.

Back in Sannomiya it was still early, so we went to Starbucks and just watched all the foreigners come and go, mixed in with the Japanese. Starbucks was next to a building full of hostess bars, so we’d see lots of salarymen go inside and come out later with a hostess to say goodbye. We talked about hostess bars for a while – it’s a concept that is so Japanese that we couldn’t really fathom it. Finally we went back a little early to the hotel and thankfully didn’t have any drunk guys on our train.

Everyone that had recontracted for a second year on JET was required to attend a conference hosted by CLAIR in Kobe. The conference was for three days, but the first and third day were only half days – no problem.

I met up with Antoine in Sannomiya before the conference, and there were lots more foreigners than usual walking around. The hotel itself was on Port Island, a landfill island built mainly for industrial purposes, but there are a couple of hotels out there, as well as a spooky half-abandoned theme park.

The conference sessions themselves were interesting, but some were pretty bad. I got stuck in a couple were I was ready to walk out – a few were just a complete waste of my time. Others were quite good, and you could tell who was adept at public speaking and who needed the practice.

The first night Antoine, Nel, and I went out to dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory, a restaurant that I had enjoyed in California. The food was great, and the menu was exactly the same. They even had blue cheese dressing for the salad, which is pretty rare here in Japan. Later we bumped into Struan, who led us to a strange bar called Soul Blood. Whatever you are imagining about that place right now – you’re probably right. Picture tall skinny Japanese stoner dudes with giant afros spinning loud beat-heavy music in a tiny almost completely dark smoke filled room. There were only a few sources of light and beers were 500 yen. We stuck around for a while, but somehow lots of JETs started pouring in, so we got out of there.

We took the last train back to the hotel with all the other drunk JETs, and we had a group on our train that was yelling loudly, cursing their teachers, their students (!), and the program in general. In between that and bragging about who they were sleeping with, they were not making a great impression. The Japanese people on the train were visibly shocked, and they stared hard at the floor wishing we would all just go away. Antoine, Nel and I talked about it later, and it was definitely one of those moments that you’ll remember forever. We agreed that it was a dark side of the internationalization of Japan on JET.

It’s Wednesday morning, and I just woke up about an hour later than I usually do. Normally I would be waiting for my train right now, but instead I am here updating my website. Cool!

Yesterday I had four classes, and three of those were classes where I plan the lesson. I showed up for one of the classes, and another teacher was in there teaching. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but the students got a big laugh. I went downstairs to the teacher’s room and figured it out, and then talked to the scheduling people. Originally my schedule was very light, and then Mr. Hayashi wrote me in on a bunch of classes. When these classes are rescheduled, they inform the original teacher, but they don’t know about me. Now I’ve got it set up correctly.

The classes themselves went well – better than I expected. Mr. Yamamoto is great during these classes, and he runs the class just like I had imagined before I came to Japan. He’s funny, he translates at just the right point, and he creates an atmosphere that makes the students wish they could understand me more, which is the right motivation for them to listen.

Two of my classes had an observer – the student teacher was watching from the back of the class. She was in my class with Mr. Kimura, which was an interesting experience. He sometimes goes on this torrent of English that nobody understands, and then he’ll look to me for help to dig him out. I wonder what the student teacher thought of that.

After school I came home and started organizing for my seminar in Kobe. I chatted with Richard via cellphone in Shikoku. He’s going to meet me on Friday afternoon in Sannomiya, so that should be fun. Afterwards he’ll stay for the weekend. It’ll be nice to see someone from San Diego here in Japan.

I am due to meet Antoine at 11:30 in Sannomiya today. We both got the full day off, despite the fact that the seminar doesn’t start registration until noon. All of the re-contracting ALTs from western Japan are going to be in Kobe for three days, so it’ll be crowded. Lots of these guys have been stuck on a tiny island somewhere and getting out to the big city is a big deal for them. Antoine and I are a little ho-hum about it, but it should still be fun. The energy there will be different than the Tokyo orientation, which was full of excitement and anticipation.

I’ll check back in when I return from the conference this weekend!

Today was a busy day for me – I had four classes. Three of the classes were ones that I had planned, and one was with Mr. Hayashi. The student teachers started today, and the English one was in my class with Mr. Hayashi to observe. Next time she’ll be running the show.

The teachers have caused quite a stir among the men in the staff room. The new teachers are mostly women, with the exception of one guy. The male teachers that were assigned to the student teachers walked around with a bit of flush in their face.

The student teachers each say “excuse me” before they enter or leave the staff room, just like the students are required to. I guess since they are not official teachers yet, they can’t just walk in and out like everyone else. Strange.

I also had a Japanese lesson with Mr. Hayashi, and I did much better than last time. I was strong on the kanji thanks to all the studying I’ve been doing lately. The grammar is still tough for me, but hopefully it will come along in time.

During the morning time it was sunny and clear, but by lunchtime a big storm moved in. The rain was coming down hard, and Mr. Komuri asked me about the expression “raining cats and dogs”. Why cats and dogs? Why not horses and cows? Good questions – I wish I had the answers for him.

After school I did just a little grocery shopping for dinner – Yasu came over to study English. I cooked up some spaghetti for him because it was easy, and we had beers and went over his pronunciation. It was good practice for him – he’s doing a great job. We also chatted for a long time – it’s been almost a month and a half since I’ve hung out with him. He’s a really nice guy.

I did my dishes and now I’m heading to bed. Tomorrow is the last day before I leave for my seminar, so tomorrow will be spent getting organized for three days away in Kobe.

I took the opportunity this morning to have a bit of a lay-in and slept until 8:30 or so. Then it was guilty pleasure time – I watched the director’s cut of Robocop, but since it had been so long since I’d seen it last I couldn’t tell the difference. Still, good flick.

I did a load of laundry, cooked up some curry and rice, and hit the books. I studied for a couple hours – vocabulary memorization and grammar. At one point the sun started streaming in through one of my windows, and I realized that the promised rainstorm just wasn’t going to show up today. I put on my hiking shoes and headed east.

This time I kept walking to the next town – Uozumi. I’ve been to the northern part of Uozumi before to pick up packages at the post office. The southern part had been largely unexplored by me – the Sanyo line goes right through there on the way to Akashi but I’ve never gotten off the train.

As I walked around the town I kept my eyes open for things I couldn’t find in my town – I’d hate to stumble on a Taco Bell or something out here… that would change everything.

Walking back west towards Futami I found a manmade beach in front of some large high-density mansions. The beach was nowhere near as nice as the one in Suma, but it had sand, it had water, and there was plenty of sun. It’s a beach! The day was very warm, and I was tempted to wade out in the water, but I couldn’t help thinking of all those factories just a couple of kilometers away. Too risky.

Back home I rinsed myself off and crashed on the couch for a little nap. I was just starting to think about what to cook up for dinner when the phone rang, and it was Kuniko.

She was doing the same thing – wondering what to cook up for dinner, and decided to give me a ring and invite me over. I jumped at the chance and was on the next train out of town. Kuniko was waiting for me at the gate in Shin-Osaka, and we walked back to her place. She cooked up spaghetti with alfredo sauce. The sauce had bits of sauteed bacon in there, and she even toasted up some bread to soak up the extra sauce. Excellent.

We caught up with each other – she hadn’t heard my Hanshin Tigers story and I wanted to hear how she enjoyed the movie “Ladykillers” (she thought it was boring), so it was good to see each other.

Finally at around 10 o’clock we walked back to the station. I stepped up to the ticket machine to buy a ticket home, but Kuniko stopped me and pressed a card into my hand. Her father works for JR Railway, and she got a pass from him. It’s one of the new integrated circuit cards – you just wave it in front of the gate and you go through. She had charged it with 2000 yen for me. What a cool present. I’m not clear on whether I am borrowing it or if it’s mine, but it was certainly a timely gift.

Now I’m home and getting ready to go to bed. It turned out to be a good weekend. I’m going to have to prepare for a short week at school and the big ALT re-contracting conference in Kobe.

Today was a pretty mellow day, as expected. In the morning I took a walk across Futami to the eastern side of town, and then cut south across a bridge to a peninsula that is full of industrial type warehouses, public parks, and fishing wharfs. Once on the other side I walked alongside the water through a big park.

During the walk I bumped into a guy that spoke pretty good English. We talked for a little bit. He’s an import/export guy, who sells Sanyo appliances overseas. His territory includes China and the Middle East, so he speaks English and Arabic. He was really happy to be living in Futami – he thinks it’s a great spot to be.

After my walk I came home, hit the shower, cooked breakfast, and then cracked the books. I talked to my family on the phone and also called Victor and chatted with him.

While I was studying in the afternoon I got to listen to my brother’s radio show. He is a DJ at a radio station in Sonoma, and because there is a web stream from the station I was able to pick it up and listen to the show clearly all the way over here in Japan. It was cool – the show was very good. Some of the music I liked, some I didn’t, but it was a good mix.

The rest of the day was making flashcards, working on Japanese grammar, and relaxing. In the evening I watched a movie, Bound. It was pretty good – very tense. I also downloaded Robocop, Girl With A Pearl Earring, and Japanese Story. I may watch a couple of those tomorrow.

Well, I’m just doing a little laundry and then I’m heading to bed. Tomorrow it’s back to the books!