Today I spent some time on the phone with Nancy, Lynn, and Kinsey, and my parents. They all called me this morning while I was putzing around the house doing laundry. It was great to talk to everyone – the voices from home really make my day.

In the morning I took the train into Befu to do some shopping. I picked up an Epson inkjet printer, some cheap-o headphones to listen to movies and music, six pairs of warm socks, and some long underwear bottoms. The stores are filling up with cold weather goods. At the foodcourt I had a big plate of om-soba, chinese soba noodles fried up and wrapped in a thin egg omelete type thing. Good!

For dinner I cooked up some carbonara pasta, thanks to my parents. They had sent the bacon, the sauce packets, the pasta, and some Vella’s cheese to grate over the top. I just provided the peas, onions, black pepper, milk and butter. I had a bunch leftover, so I made them into lunch sized packages for this week.

After dinner, Yasu came over and gave me his old jacket – a really nice Patagonia rain/wind breaker. He’s had it for a couple of years, but didn’t really wear it because it is an American sized large, as opposed to a Japanese sized large. It fits me just fine – it’s nice to have some more cold weather options.

We talked about his job – Yasu is a waiter at a restaurant in Tarumi, a little east of here. I guess a lot of foreigners come in, and so he is the designated English speaker. Yasu’s English is good, but he’s always looking to improve it. I gave him some suggestions, and we dranks some beers and talked about music for a while. I sent Yasu home with some pasta for him and his mom, so they’ll get a chance to try something new. I’m hoping they enjoy it! Before he left Yasu said that it was going to start getting colder. He said that February was the coldest. He described it as being so cold that “your stomach is frozen”. Woah.

I got a late-night call last night from Mr. Hayashi. One of the interviewers for the STEP test tomorrow called in sick, so I’ll be pinch hitting. The STEP test is a standardized test of English ability. My job will be to interview candidates and evaluate their skills. The plan is to work all day and then we’ll go into Kobe and eat afterwards. It’ll be nice to earn a little money.

The last two days I have been attending the mid-year seminar in Kobe for all the ALTs (Assistant Language Teachers) in my prefecture. I have had a few other seminars – one when we arrived in Tokyo, and one in Yashiro when we first arrived in Hyogo prefecture. The difference here is those were only for the new teachers, while this one was for all teachers, old and new.

Both days were filled with workshops and speeches. Mr. Hayashi had said that it was really just an excuse to get together and party, and generally a very stressful time for the Japanese teachers of English. Each school had to send one teacher, and the teacher I went with was someone that I hadn’t taught with before. In fact, at school he kind of avoided me – it turns out that he was scared to try and speak English with a native speaker.

This kind of feeling was prevalent at the seminar, with most teachers being extremely quiet during the workshops and small group exercises. Another cunning move was to mix up the groups, so each teacher could not rely on his or her ALT to get them through conversations. My teacher, Momoki-sensei, had a rough time. He had to present my lesson plan to a group of people in English. It was doubly tough because he had never taught the lesson, with or without me. Before the seminar I met with him a couple of times and we went through it, so that helped a lot.

I had one Japanese teacher of English in both my groups, and she looked like a deer in the headlights. I talked with her afterwards, and when she was one-on-one she opened up, smiling, friendly, and initiating conversations. Maybe it was just presenting in front of their peers that is so scary. Anyway, I can’t imagine how stressful it must have been.

After the first day of the seminar, most of the people I knew were going over to Harborland in Kobe, to visit the Hard Rock Cafe. Antoine and I tagged along. We walked down with a large stream of foreigners towards the restaurant. As soon as I walked in I knew it was going to be weird – the people in front of us just asked for a table in English, and the waiter didn’t even bat an eye – he took care of it right away.

I’ve tried to avoid “foreigner” bars. Why come all the way to Japan and then go to a place that is exactly like what you just left? The Hard Rock was a great example of a foreigner bar. Everything was the same as the others – which may be part of the draw. The staff spoke English, the burgers were large (unlike the tiny burgers everywhere else in Japan), the beers were served in real pint glasses. The menu was in both English and Japanese, with the English listed first.

That night the place was filled with JETs – about 90% of the place. The rest were people that came to watch foreigners. Antoine and I grabbed a table, ordered some beers and burgers, and recapped the day. After two burgers, and three beers each, we got the bill – it was 5500 yen (about $50). Yikes! Way too expensive. Looking around at all the JETs drinking like crazy, I got the feeling that Hard Rock was going to do all right that night.

After talking with some of the JETs from my area, and joking with Carrie about the seminar, Antoine and I split early, tired and ready for bed. We bought tickets for our respective destinations, and then as we approached the gate, we looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:30 at night. It seemed a shame to go home, so we went the opposite direction of all the JETs and visited our old favorite, Like, Like.

Everyone was happy to see us, they knew our names, they called their friends, we talked in a strange mixture of Japanese and English, and got out of there three hours later for 3000 yen (about $30). I decided that I’m not missing a lot by avoiding the foreigner bars.

After the second day of seminars, there was a Pub Crawl organized, but I had other plans. I had seen an advertisement for an exhibit on Alexander the Great at the Hyogo Prefectural Museum of Art. I had done a little research on their website, and figured out how to get there from the seminar. Right after we got out I made a beeline for the train station, leaving the huge group of JETs behind. Two stations east, and a short walk down to the waterfront, and I was there.

The museum was a beautiful building, and the exhibition was great. There were statues, coins, busts, and carvings dating back to 200 B.C. Everything was open and exposed, but they had stern-looking women sitting around each room to make sure you didn’t touch anything.

One of the most interesting aspects was that you could compare artwork before and after Alexander the Great swept through Egypt and Asia. There were aspects of artwork done in Greece before his rule that were startlingly similar to work done hundred of years later in China.

After a few hours in the museum, I walked back to the station and then stopped in downtown Kobe to hit one of my favorite Indian restaurants. The owner recognized me from when I was there with Mr. Hayashi and really put on a culinary show for me.

It was a great couple of days. Now I’m looking forward to the weekend!

Today and tomorrow I am attending the mid-year seminar for teachers in the JET program. Rather than update each day, I’m going to post once at the end of the entire seminar. It’s after midnight, and I’m exhausted. I’ll post a full recap on Saturday morning!

Today I spent some time with Mr. Hayashi looking at my travel plans for the holidays. One of the interesting things was that I got a choice of places to stay for a layover – not just Seoul, Korea. I ended up leaning towards Taipei, in Taiwan. I understand that things are a lot closer to the airport, and I can spend less time on a bus and more time eating great food and seeing the area.

Today I was invited to a lunch hosted by the school nurse, who I had hiked with before. She brought in food because there was an old friend of hers lecturing some of our students. We feasted on some amazing sushi – it was very good. My Japanese skills were overwhelmed, but Miss Yamamoto was there to help out with some translation when I needed it.

One of the great things about Japan is that it is so food-oriented. Every town is “famous” for some kind of food. In addition, the foods that are available change with each season. We are getting away from summer foods and now menus are filling up with fall foods. I thought that I had the menus figured out, but now there are all new things to try out.

During the five minutes before my sixth period class started, one of my students walked up and casually leaned on the podium that I was leaning on, and fearlessly struck up a conversation in English. I pretended like all my students were confident enough to do this, and we had a long conversation. I certainly don’t claim to be responsible for this kind of thing, but I was proud! Sure, it’s only one student in a class of twenty, but I was glad that she made the effort.

I walked to the train station this morning, and it was raining buckets. I have a sturdy umbrella and my trusty REI jacket, and between the two I kept my top half very dry. The bottom half got wet though, and doing a quick survey on the train, it is a common problem. If the weather keeps up, I might look for some rain pants to put on over my slacks.

The rain quit around noon, and then a serious cold set in. It’s not even close to winter, and I can see that I’m going to have to make an investment in long underwear. I spent a few minutes explaining to my co-workers what “wimp” means.

Yesterday I was really impressed with the jazz band’s performance. Unfortunately, today I had a class during today’s performance, and I missed it. After school I walked up the stairs to the fourth floor and stuck my head in the band room. They were just getting ready to do a performance for the junior high students, and the many of the members called my name and waved. While they were waiting for someone to show up, they rotated by and said hello, hardly the shy students I am so used to seeing in my English class. The teacher invited me to sit inside and listen, so I sat near the trumpets, surrounded by all the brass instruments. The bass players (there were two) were in front with the drums and the piano.

The band started up, and I couldn’t believe how great they sounded. Sitting in the middle of a jazz band as they play – what an amazing feeling. Maybe I’ve been listening to music out of only two speakers for too long. It was especially cool when you know most of the players. The students would grin and make faces at me in between their parts and giggle and laugh at my reaction.

Afterwards, I walked around and thanked everyone, telling them in Japanese how great it was. Each one would say something either in Japanese or English, like “thanks” or “please come back soon”. There was even an “I love you”. They were so happy to see me there, and I think that we made each other’s day today.

I realized today while taking down the Halloween decorations, that my classroom is pretty boring. During the holidays, I have some leftover decorations that Andy left me, but between holidays, it is the most “vanilla” classroom there is. I’m very lucky to have my own classroom, and since it is mine, I get to decide what it looks like. What have I been waiting for?

This weekend I’m hoping to buy a color inkjet printer, and after that I’ll be downloading pictures, taking them down to the convenience store and making big color copies. My idea is that using “The Power Of The Internet” I can decorate the classroom with all kinds of photos and signs – no problem. Just a bunch of pictures is cool, but I need some other things to spice it up a little bit.

Here’s where you come in. I’d like you to send me a couple of postcards from wherever you are. I want to hang them up around the classroom. You can send me a regular postcard, you can put a bunch in an envelope and send them along, whatever you like. The previous teacher was from Australia and he had to place decorated with some uniquely Australian things. I have two AA driving maps of California and the U.S. hanging on the wall. That’s it. The kids still line up to see the maps, and they always react well to the holiday decorations in the room. It brings out a little curiousity, and since each student comes to the class only once or twice a month, to them it seems like everything is new.

Anyway, this is your chance to shape the young minds of Japan. That’s my big idea. Don’t spend a fortune sending tons of stuff, just send me one or two postcards from wherever you are, and I’ll put them up in my room for the kids to see.

Here’s my address:

Bryan Fredricks

1 – 204, Kyoushoku-in Jutaku

Nishi-Futami 661-89, Futami-cho

Akashi-shi, Hyogo-ken

Japan 674-0094

Thanks in advance!

I got up this morning feeling great. My muscles were not sore at all, and I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Ouch! Blister alert! I had to spend some time this morning with bandages, and then I was able to walk to the train station. It hurt a lot at first, but after a few minutes, things loosened up and I felt much better.

Today was “Open High School” day, as well as tomorrow. This is the time for junior high students to audit our school, taking selected courses, trying out sports clubs, meeting teachers and students, and basically testing things out. All my regular classes were shorter to add another class period at the end of the day for the potential students.

After my regular classes were over, I walked over to the gym to watch the welcome ceremony. It was quite good, and everyone was on their best behavior. The jazz band played a number, which really impressed me. They were great! The dance club performed a pretty cool dance – it was choreographed very well.

Afterwards, I met Tsutsumi sensei and Yamamoto sensei in my classroom, and we taught a group of kids how to order hamburgers in America. It was fun to explain the idea of a “quarter pounder” to a bunch of Japanese teenagers. They have McDonald’s here, but the menu is different, and since they don’t use pounds here, the concept of a quarter pounder is pretty alien. But I suppose that’s why I’m here, being the resident alien.

One of the kids was pretty enthusiastic – I guess junior high school students in my prefecture only see an ALT about once a month. He talked to me about his IQ (107), what he was doing this weekend, and his school in a strange mix of English and Japanese. Once he figured out that I understood a little Japanese, he invited me to a bar after school. I didn’t fully understand, but Mr. Kimura thought that perhaps his parents owned the place and he was trying to drum up business. I politely declined citing the weather and my aching feet – the whole thing kind of caught me off guard.

After class I went back to my desk to see a giant package from my parents waiting for me. Several teachers were hovering around, hoping I would break it open, but acting on advice from my folks, I didn’t open it at school.

Unfortunately, I had to figure out a way to get the 20 pound (!) package home on my damaged feet in the pouring rain. Luckily, Mr. Kimura saw my dilemma and gave me a ride home. There I opened the package to find lots of warm clothes, salami, Vella’s cheese, seasoning packets, and hot sauce. Wow. It’s like Christmas when a package shows up.

Tonight I’m going to rest my feet by watching a movie curled up on my couch. With the heavy rain outside, it should be a nice relaxing evening.

Wow, what a hike. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.

I got my sleepy body to Kakogawa, meeting Mr. Hayashi at the station at 6:30 in the morning. He drove me to the starting point of the big hike, and I walked into a huge crowd of people. There were about a thousand people doing the 40k hike, and everyone was doing exercises led by people in animal costumes on a stage. Talk about a weird scene.

We left in small groups at 7 a.m., and my group was one of the last to go. The first leg went just fine, but it was really crowded, and with my long strides I often found myself behind slower people with nowhere to go. After a mile or so, things opened up a bit. The sky opened up and we had to walk through rain for almost an hour. The jacket that I had invested in before coming to Japan did a great job of keeping me dry. It was a lifesaver.

After about two hours, I felt a twinge at the back of one of my feet, every time I stepped down. It turned out that this was the start of a couple of blisters that would come back to haunt me later.

Every so often there were stops, called “comfort stations”, where you could get tea, food, and other goodies. Since it was raining for the first one, I made just a brief stop. I made a longer stop at the next one, and by then, I was starting to feel pain in both heels of my shoes. I took off my boots, and sure enough, there were blisters starting to form. Something I hadn’t noticed before in my boots, there is a small gap just behind the heel, and apparently it was rubbing on my feet.

I decided to tuck my sock into the gap to try to fill it, and walk on. I walked for another 10-15 kilometers before it became painful again.

Meanwhile, there were plenty of interesting things happening. Some people walked with me and practiced their English. At every intersection, there were two people to make sure that cars didn’t come by and run us over. These people were at even tiny intersections. I took a picture of a group of guys just standing around – the intersection looked like a car comes by maybe every week.

Most of the people I was walking with had been hiking the previous day, and they were in great shape. I passed a lot of people, but every now and then, somebody would pass me, which was pretty impressive. It was interesting that as soon as we hit a hill, I would zoom by everyone – the flat walkers had real troubles on hills.

The course went through a Shinto shrine on a mountainside – kind of a treat and a good place to relax and rest your feet. We went by a sports coliseum that I didn’t know existed, and an opera house that was tucked into the hills.

At one of the “comfort stations” I bought a hot dog on a stick, and the lady who was helping me asked me to marry her. I don’t think she was joking, so I just pretended that I didn’t understand. I’ve never been proposed to on a hike before.

Near the three quarter mark of the trip there were scarecrow type things on the side of the road. I couldn’t read the signs next to them, but there were whole families of scarecrows to watch you walk by. It was kind of creepy, especially if you don’t know the idea behind them.

On the last leg of the trip, my feet were killing me. I won’t go into details, but it was painful and messy. I walked across the finish line at 3 p.m., an eight hour hike. I yanked off my shoes and did some quick first aid, and then just relaxed for a while. Mr. Hayashi said that he would meet me at 4:30, so I had an hour and half to kill. I struck up a conversation with some locals, and practiced my Japanese for a while.

Finally, I saw Mr. Hayashi around 4:00 p.m. Miss Kageyama was driving, and together they took me home to take a shower and clean up a bit. They wanted to take me out for a beer to celebrate my survival. They sat out in the car while I showered and then I went out and jumped in the car. We went to Chinese food, and I finally had some great Chinese food in Japan. The cost wasn’t too bad, but we did have to sit Japanese style on tatami mats, and my legs were screaming.

After dinner, they dropped me off at my apartment, and I was able to clean up my wounds a bit more. Now I’m hoping to get to bed early, but I have the bad feeling that I’m going to have a painful walk to school and back tomorrow.

Tonight Antoine and I met in Kobe, and we went to Like, Like to have a few beers and compare notes on our last month. We’ve been out of touch for a little while, and we had a good time catching up. The bartenders at Like, Like were fun as usual, and we had a quick dinner and a couple of beers. I knew that I was hiking tomorrow, so I figured it would be good to break it up early.

On the way to the station we decided to explore Kobe Harborland, kind of a Pier 39 type thing that is frequented by couples, mostly. It has a boardwalk, a pier, and lots of attractions along the way, including a ferris wheel. We spent almost an hour exploring the area, but it was huge. There was a Brazilian restaurant there which looked interesting. There were mechanical animals to ride around. We dropped 200 yen into one, and Antoine got a 20 second ride. What a rip-off!

There was a boat docked there that is used for harbor cruises. Antoine and I boarded the ship without persmission and walked around a bit – it was pretty nice. They had a Christmas tree on the pier, and it changed colors from pink to blue and back. We also managed to get into a picture with some poor lady. Her husband lined her up for a shot, and then Antoine and I walked up and got on either side of her with our “peace signs” out. She was shocked/surprised/pleased at all once. I wish I could see the picture.

After about an hour we walked back to the train station. Underneath the station, a large group of young people were practicing breakdancing, and we watched that for a little while. Very interesting. There was even a family – mom, dad and kid breakdancing.

I finally got home around eleven o’clock, and I’m hoping to get some rest for my big hike tomorrow.

This morning I was scheduled to be a judge at a speech contest being held at a local school – Harima Minami high school. I walked over in the morning, but upon arriving, I realized that I had no idea where to go or who to talk to. Fortunately, one of their students flagged me down and just started walking me towards a building.

The contest was sponsored by the Lion’s Club (I guess they are big here in Japan, too) and it was very interesting to observe. The judging panel was composed of three native speakers of English, and three Japanese English teachers. The teachers were very nice, and a little shy. They had no trouble communicating with us, and everything went very smoothly.

Ten students presented speeches, and overall, they did a good job. After each one we would solemnly write down their scores, and hand them in. There were about fifty people attending, and I think everyone was very nervous. The students talked about issues that were important to them, and they spoke for about five minutes each. Some of the students had a hard time, and one broke down into tears and totally wiped out. It was hard as a judge to just sit there and try to appear impartial.

Afterwards, we awarded three prizes, and the students were treated to a closing ceremony and some fanfare. I tried to walk around and thank each of the students, but they ran like rabbits when the event was over. I got to talk to some ALTs that came to support their own students, and it was nice to catch up with them. I talked about the movie Whale Rider with a teacher from New Zealand, I thought it would be interesting to get their take on the movie.

Finally, we got paid and we got out of there. Mr. Hayashi was there to support our students (who didn’t win – ugh). We went out to Kakogawa and picked up Miss Kageyama, and then went for lunch at a restaurant remarkably similar to Benihana in the U.S.

No fancy knife tricks here, just right down to the business of cooking. Mr. Hayashi cynically attributed the lack of flashing knives to the high cost of health care in Japan. We ate “hamburgers” which is just a fried hamburger patty with sauce, and then had some onions, carrots, and potatoes that had been fried up. The sauce was excellent, and overall, it was a very good meal. They had steaks on the menu, but the top steak goes for 10,000 yen – about a hundred dollars. Mr. Hayashi said that it tasted like a $10 steak – not worth even trying. I have found that here in Japan, if it is expensive, it is perceived as good, no matter what the flavor. I’ve had the same experience with wine in Japan – is that wine good? Is it expensive? If it is expensive, it must be good.

I’m back home now and getting ready to watch Survivor. Tonight I might meet Antoine in Kobe at our old favorite, Like like.

Last night I was down at the yakitori, hanging out with some of the guys and having a good time. I tried some new dishes, including an egg omelet type thing that was excellent. It is painstakingly cooked so that the final omelet is made of paper-thin layers of egg, and wrapped and presented to you like a gift.

So I’m talking with some of the guys, and we’re passing around my English-Japanese dictionary trying to figure out different words. The guys are bummed out because some of the more risque Japanese terms are missing, and sometimes after a few drinks they feel it necessary to communicate these concepts to me.

A couple of girls came in and sat down in the back, right behind us. I had seen them there before – they are sisters or cousins of somebody’s wife. The beers started flowing, and I guess they got pretty drunk. It was about nine thirty, so I decided to leave – and so I said goodbye to my gang, and then the girls called me over to the table.

I stood there and flirted with them for a while, and they were insistent that I come back next week – I think they want to cook me dinner or something. The master came by and he got invited, too. One of the great things about being a foreigner is that you can play stupid when somebody asks tough questions – and trust me, there were some tough questions.

The best part came when one of my buddies came by to check on me, and then he gave the table a full-on blast of Japanese. I think he explained more about me in twenty seconds – it would have taken me two hours.

As I left the place, everyone said goodbye, even people I didn’t know – another nice thing about being a foreigner in Japan.

Today was a mild day at work – no classes for me, just meetings and coaching students. I spent about half and hour with Hasegawa-san, our entry in tomorrow’s speech contest. I’m actually one of the judges, so I will have to be the model of impartiality tomorrow.

After school I went with Mr. Hayashi to Kakogawa City Hall to register for the big hike on Sunday. It’s a long one, around 25 miles, so it should be fun. The hike is actually two days long – I’m only participating during the second day. Mr. Hayashi says that over 100,000 people attend and march both days. I expect that the crowds will be smaller on the 40k trail. I even got a little tag that I wear to identify myself and get free goodies along the way.

Tonight I am running a little laundry. I was planning on running down to the yakitori with Melanie, but she called in sick. Now I’m deciding whether to go down there or to cook up something last minute here.

It’s been cooling off around here, and the blanket is turning into a great investment. According to my Yahoo! weather page, it was supposed to rain today, but no rain turned up, and I was carrying around an umbrella for naught.

I had only one class today, and it was during the last period. I just sat around all day doing lesson planning and then finally had the class at the end of the day. It is one of my favorite classes – the students are fearless and will try to pronounce any word you say… they don’t worry about embarrassing themselves like so many other students do.

Normally I have an ESS meeting today, but everyone was studying, so I had no attendance. Funny how everyone shows up when cupcakes are being made, but otherwise, it’s a ghost town! I talked to a few of my members, and they apologized profusely – they felt bad but they’ve got some serious studying to do.

I was walking through the teacher’s room, and one of the teachers started yelling at one of the students. The only problem was that I was standing in between them when it happened. The student didn’t know she was getting yelled at, and I thought that for some reason I was. Not knowing the language makes things interesting around here.

I made “gyuudon” tonight – beef over rice, with some stir fried sprouts on the side. The sprouts are dirt-cheap, only about 20 cents for a large bag, but they go bad fast – I need to cook them up within a few days of buying them. The gyuudon is just thin sliced beef over rice with some onions – it is very good with the right marinade and hot sauce. Yum! Pretty cheap to make, too. The beef was about $3.00 for a large package… and it’s great quality beef. They have some seriously nice meat available at almost every store – Kobe beef is available as well, but it’s much more expensive, and probably merits it’s own course.

After dinner I dropped by the yakitori to chat with the master a bit. He gave a good review on the taco, although he said it was a “little spicy”, which translated from Japanese probably means that it was way too hot. At least they won’t give me any more grief about the “spicy” food that they serve….

Tomorrow is Friday, and this weekend should be a busy one. I’m a judge for a speech contest at a high school near where I live – the pay is good, about $80 for three hours work. Afterwards, Mr. Hayashi wants to go out for lunch to congratulate Miss Kageyama on her victory, but I’m lukewarm on the idea. I’d rather relax at home in preparation for the 40k hike I’m doing on Sunday. It’s going to be a long walk – and I’ll need the rest!

Congrats to Miss Kageyama – today she got the results back from her STEP test that she took a couple of weeks ago, and she passed. Now she has to prepare for an interview test in Osaka in two weeks. It is a tough test, and one where you need to use your English fluently and naturally in a professional interview setting. Right now she’s just glad that she passed the first stage. In a few days she’ll start to get nervous about the interview. As long as she isn’t too nervous, she should do fine.

Last night the blanket kept me plenty warm. I can tell it will turn out to be worth every cent. The day at school was pretty uneventful. I ate lunch in the cafeteria with the students, and that caused a big stir. I ordered curry and rice, something traditionally eaten with a spoon. I think the students were hoping to see me use chopsticks.

My class I teach alone went especially well today. I lapsed into Japanese a couple of times to keep things going, and at one point I taught the students how to count to four in Spanish. I don’t know how it came up, but it was fun to teach. As soon as I break from the norm, I seem to have more fun teaching – I need to strike some kind of balance here.

On the way home I stopped in at the liquor store next door – I wanted to pick up a bottle or two of wine. I found a decent bottle of French red, and a Madiera that I haven’t tried yet. The owner couldn’t find the price, and so he gave it to me and told me that he’d try to find the price for next time I came in. I’ve only been in there twice in three months, but I guess I’m easy enough to find.

Tonight was ground pork and rice in a udon broth with sprouts, chopped onions, an egg, and some habanero hot sauce. It’s been cooler weather, so it was my version of comfort food.

Today I passed out my omiyage, small little maple leaf shaped cookies filled with sweet bean curd. Yum.

I had bought 32 of the little buggers, and so I passed them out to all the big wigs, all of the first year teachers, and then the rest I gave out to people that I have gotten along with. I’m not sure what the protocol is, but there are almost sixty teachers there, so some people didn’t get anything. Research is underway to see if I handled everything OK.

One great thing about the omiyage was that it got some conversations going, and people came by to thank me and ask about my trip. The school principal was particularly excited about my trip. He is such a great guy – it’s too bad I cannot speak better Japanese to have a longer conversation with him. He just comes off as a genuinely kind person.

I did three Halloween lessons, and I’m starting to dread saying “Jack O’ Lantern” over and over again. Luckily, tomorrow I start a new lesson for the first year students. It’s about schools in America, and I’m going to rub in the fact that high school students are allowed to drive to school – something that I’m sure will blow some minds.

After school I stopped in at the next town and went shopping for a warm comforter. I have a great sleeping bag that keeps me warm, but I want to keep it in reserve for the real cold nights. It’s cooled down to around 50 degrees at night – no big deal, but since I have no insulation, I am starting to feel it. I want to save the sleeping bag for the nights during winter below freezing.

Anyway, I go into a store and expect to pay about $40 or $50 for a comforter. Sticker shock! I got the cheapest one I could find that was my size, and it was about $140. There were comforters selling for 88,000 yen. That’s like $800 for a warm blanket. Yeah, right. The one I got looks fine, so I’ll try it out tonight and see how it goes.