This evening Kuniko and I hosted a small get-together at my place for Yuri and Antoine. Yuri brought a friend of hers, Madoka, and Antoine brought his girlfriend Miwako. Since the weather has been warming up, I thought it would be great to throw some steaks on the BBQ and just hang out.

Of course, my BBQ is small… tiny, actually. I was able to cook the steaks two at a time, and then I did a package of bratwurst sausages. Kuniko brought some delicious salads on her way back from work, and everything turned out great. We had lots of food – there was leftover guacamole from the night before, chips, salsa, sauteed mushrooms and garlic, fresh spring rolls, and ice cream for dessert, thanks to Antoine and Miwako.

We spent the evening chatting and talking about all kinds of things. Miwako and Antoine are dealing with their cultural and language barriers, which seem to become bigger after the initial excitement of a new relationship. They are doing well, but Kuniko and Miwako exchanged email addresses, and I hope that maybe Kuniko can lend some good advice on having a relationship with a foreigner. We’re very different from just about everyone else here, so it does take some getting used to.

I opened up a bottle of wine from our recent trip – a bottle of Kunde that went well with the steak and sausage. The cameras came out and everyone was taking pictures. I’m hoping that I can convince some people to send me some.

Finally around 11 the party broke up and people went home. I fear that Antoine and Miwako might have had to take a taxi home from the train station – it was pretty late for the last train to Takarazuka.

Today was the first day back to school for our students, but there were not actually any classes. In fact, I didn’t have much to do but study and pose for a picture at the end of the day. I did get my schedule, and I spent some time trying to figure out what it really meant.

Last year when I got my schedule I had 11 classes listed, but two weeks later they had given me 7 more classes, so I taught 18 classes over the next year. That’s more than some other teachers had, and I’ll admit that it was challenging, but fun.

This year I had 13 classes listed on my schedule, but now I’m smarter and I walked around trying to figure out what else I’m going to be teaching. Mr. Hayashi added two classes to my schedule, not because I’m supposed to teach them, just because he wants somebody to help kill time when he’s in up in front of the students. He has a really laid back style teaching, just chatting with a few students up front and letting everyone else be bored and chat. Then he’ll tell me afterwards that the kids aren’t smart enough to understand what he has to teach anyway. Seems like the wrong approach for me.

Anyway, I told him that I hoped that my time in those classes could be used a little more effectively this year, and how I felt about last year’s standing around while he chatted up students. In a classic Hayashi response, he told me that he knows how frustrating it can be teaching kids that don’t want to learn, and he understands how I could be reluctant. Lost in translation, I guess.

I found out that I’ll be teaching a class with the new teacher, Matsubara sensei. She seemed surprised to find that she’d be teaching with me, and was at a loss for any kind of lesson plan or even curriculum. Our first class is Wednesday next week.

Finally Mr. Oshita and I have a class together, but he told me that he wouldn’t be requiring my services, so I don’t have to come to the class for the next year.

All of this seems pretty late in the game to be finding out, but this happened last year and it seems par for the course for my situation. I really worried about it a lot last year, but I’m taking a more practical approach this time, thinking about lesson ideas and getting a lot of stuff ready, just in case.

The school today had the opening ceremony and also the school entrance ceremony, which is just like the graduation only backwards. The new students come in with their homeroom teachers, sit down, listen to speech after speech, stand up, sit down, lots of bowing, and then file out again as official members of our school.

My highlight was the PTA representative, who gave the students a little grief for being so quiet when acknowledging their names as they were called out. Usually they say just “Hai!”, but he wanted something a little more robust from them. I’m glad that I was able to understand what he said – it was funny to hear the comments and it made me wonder how many other funny things I’ve missed in the past.

After school I went home and started making some guacamole and preparing tacos. I had invited the Kageyama’s to come over for dinner, and I decided to serve up tacos, which strangely has become my signature dish in Japan.

Kuniko arrived first directly from her new job in Kobe. She told me all about her day, and I really enjoyed having her there to help cook up dinner. Soon the doorbell rang, and Kuniko went to greet her parents.

Except, it wasn’t her parents. It was the apartment manager, who wanted to talk with me about paying my community management fees. Kuniko said she looked really surprised to see a Japanese girl opening my door, but she asked for me and we had a nice chat out on the landing. She also gave me some omiyage from her recent trip to Kyushu, so there’s more snacks to eat around here.

Finally Kuniko’s folks showed up with Kuniko’s washer and refrigerator, that were taking up lots of space at her parent’s house. We unloaded them and took them up to my spare room, and sooner or later I’ll rotate out my old things and put in her new things.

Dinner went really well. We sat around and I had everyone trying tacos and quesadillas. Kuniko was a big help translating, and I think slowly I’m getting more comfortable being around her folks. The language barrier is tough, but they are really understanding, even though I’m probably making lots of mistakes.

Kuniko’s mom had brought some homegrown shitake mushrooms, some waffle cake, and some beautiful flowers for the apartment. We had some of the waffle cakes for dessert, and then the Kageyama’s left for home. Kuniko and I organized some leftovers and then we walked out to Carrefour on the way to the train station to buy some supplies for the BBQ on Saturday night.

I was exhausted when I got home late that evening, so it’ll be really nice to sleep in on Saturday. Poor Kuniko has to work this Saturday for the entrance ceremony for her school, so she’ll need some relaxation when she comes back tomorrow.

This morning the opportunity was perfect. Mr. Hayashi and I were hanging out alone in my classroom, and we had about 30 minutes to go before a full staff meeting. I chose that time to tell him about my upcoming marriage to Kuniko.

His reaction was surprised, but he didn’t freak out. He asked me a couple of questions and we talked for a little while, but he seemed eager to get out of there and tell as many people as possible.

My next stop was the vice principal. We talked for a few minutes, and he was happy to hear that Mr. Hayashi took the news well. Then we both went into the principal’s office, and told him. He was really excited for me. He said lots of things about an international culture, international relationships, and he was generally bubbling over with happiness. He asked when he could announce it – I was practical and said that word would probably spread soon enough, so we may as well do it today. He was happy to oblige.

We went into the staff meeting, and it was the topic that he started off with. He made the announcement, and everyone was buzzing, talking, mumbling, and generally very surprised. I stood up and said a few words in Japanese to thank everyone, and everyone was still talking a few minutes later. It felt really good to have the secret finally out in the open.

I had lots of visitors to my desk afterwards. Lots of congratulations, bows, handshakes, and even some stories about how lucky I was. The history teacher came by and gave me a light punch on the shoulder – I think he was a little disappointed that he didn’t hear it from me. Everyone else I talked to was really happy.

Mr. Kimura was really surprised. He said that another teacher, one that lives in my apartment complex, told him today that he had seen Kuniko and I walking together, but he kept our secret. Nice guy – I knew that we couldn’t keep it completely off the radar. Mr. Kimura was completely flabbergasted, though.

Although there were a lot of loud voices saying “good for you”, I’m sure there are some quiet ones somewhere in my staffroom that may not be so happy. There are various reasons, some of which I understand and some of which I won’t. This will definitely change the way some people look at me, though. I’ve gone from somebody that was just visiting Japan to somebody that plans on sticking around.

Kuniko and Ms. Miyake were meeting for lunch, and I saw an opportunity to sneak out and eat with them. Kuniko picked me up at Takasago station and we drove over and picked up Miyake sensei. From there we went to a Japanese restaurant that Miyake sensei knew.

The place was traditional Japanese – that it to say, you sat on the tatami floor, left your shoes in the foyer, lots of paper doors and beautiful artwork, etc. These places are always really interesting to me. We had a long, slow lunch, enjoying each others company and trying interesting foods. Because spring has kicked in here in Japan, the foods are inspired by the season, with some of the dishes only available at this time of year. Everything was good, some things were great.

We told Ms. Miyake all about our trip to America, our plans for the wedding, and the teachers’ reactions at school. She has been in on our secret for a while, and she seems really happy for us. She treated us to lunch, but I think it was really expensive. We’ll have to take her out sometime to pay her back.

I went back to school and things were pretty quiet – nobody missed me for the three hours that I was gone. My next stop was Tsuji-san’s place for a language exchange, and we caught up on each other’s trips. She had some great stories to tell, and it was fun to hear how she has been applying pressure to her boyfriend to get a marriage proposal out of him.

Back home I cooked up some shrimp, mushrooms and onions and had that over rice for a light dinner. Lunch was so big that I wasn’t that hungry. I talked a little with Kuniko on the phone, and now I’m heading to bed. Tomorrow is picture day at school, and the Kageyama family is coming over for tacos in the evening. Bring out the habanero sauce and tequila!

If you’ve been following my blog recently you might have noticed that I’ve been going home pretty early every day. It’s a weird feeling to go in just for a few hours, but getting paid for the whole day. Since I took my vacation just before the official spring vacation, I feel a little bit like I’m double dipping.

On one hand I know that I’m going to be working hard soon enough, and that I put in extra hours normally, more than my contract stipulates. I also know that after next year I’ll have to get another job, and I’m sure they won’t be so cavalier about leaving early.

On the other hand I still feel a little guilty going home early – people I know ask me why I’m not at work. Other teachers are still at work – why am I going home?

Today I thought that I’d work a little later. Keep in mind that I don’t really have any pressing work – I’m way ahead of everything and ready for classes. At lunch time I went over to the cafe next door with the history teacher and Watanabe sensei. He continued to hit on her – enough to make me slightly uncomfortable. She’s a grown up, though – she doesn’t need my help.

After lunch I was hanging out in the teacher’s room studying, and the vice-principal came by to say hello. He’s a really cool guy – he knows about Kuniko and my upcoming marriage, and he’s really excited. He’s also got my back when it comes to telling Mr. Hayashi about Kuniko – just in case. He had this funny smile on his face, and he said discreetly, in English, “It is the afternoon, so you can sneak out.” I thanked him and we joked around a bit in English – he was an English teacher and he really enjoys chatting.

I gave it about 20 minutes and then left. On my way out, I was walking down the hallway and I caught the principal of the school taking off early too. He gave me a look that said, “I won’t tell if you don’t…” and we said goodbye and left. My school seems to suffering from a guilt complex, but we still get the work done.

Once I got home I spent some time doing research on just what exactly I’ll be doing once I finish up on the JET program. There’s lots of information on the web, but I really have to sift through it to find good information. Looking through what’s out there you see a lot of garbage, horror stories, rumors, and flat out lies. What’s it really like getting a job in Japan? I know that it won’t be easy, and I’ll be working a lot harder than I am now for the same kind of money. Add in the idea of supporting a family, and it sounds pretty daunting. I’m just trying to figure what I can do right now to put myself in the best position possible.

For dinner I cooked up some leftover beef and made a big thick beef, cheese and onion sandwich with lots of hot sauce. Delicious.

Kuniko said that she may end up at my place tonight. Tomorrow she doesn’t have to work, and tonight is her welcome party at her new school, so she might be pulling in here pretty late. I’m looking forward to seeing her, even if it’s just for an hour or two before bed.

I was the third person into work today, which is saying a lot. We’re on a really relaxed schedule right now, and the new people are just starting to figure things out. Each new teacher arrived around eight in the morning, and each one was astonished that there were only a couple other teachers there. It’s Takasago Minami High School – get used to the laid back culture…

One of the new teachers was sitting at the desk, so I took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with him in Japanese. We made small talk for a little bit, and then later he came by and talked to me in English. His English was pretty good, considering he’s a Japanese teacher. He seems really nice – I’m hoping to chat with him more in the future.

The place was pretty deserted most of the day – I went through hundreds of flashcards, studied two pages of Japanese grammar, and had some good conversations with the other teachers. The teachers that now sit in my area are definitely more into Japanese, so I might be able to speak Japanese more on a daily basis. That’s a good thing, I think.

The history teacher invited me to go to lunch with him and the new math teacher, Watanabe sensei. During lunch the history teacher was telling her all about his “Achilles heel”, women. He told her “I can’t get the number”. She didn’t understand, because he was speaking English, but he explained it in Japanese. Then he asked her in English, “Won’t you give me the number?” I think she understood, but she pretended she didn’t, and the history teacher said that he’d translate it later. Uncomfortable!

I was out of there by 1 p.m., and since Kuniko had the day off she was able to meet me at my place to hang out for a while. We went shopping at Ito Yokado for dinner supplies, and Kuniko bought all kinds of interesting things. We had a meat and mushroom dish that was flavored with soy sauce and garlic, some rice, and a spinach dish with mayo and miso. It turned out great. For dessert we had a Haagen Dazs parfait – whoah… good stuff.

Now I’m heading to bed – tomorrow is another mellow day, and Thursday is picture day at school, one of the few days where I have to wear a tie. Ick.

Today the new first years came to school for the first time to buy their uniforms, books and bags, to have their bicycles inspected, to have their hair checked for dye and length, and who knows what else.

As a result, today when I walked around there were lots of young impressionable students-to-be, so I made a point to make all my greetings in English. Most of the kids were up to the task. I got some great reactions, ranging from fits of giggling, to complete self introductions in English. I’ve heard that this year’s students scored very well on English, so I’m hoping that is going to be reflected in the classroom.

I’ll have to wait to get them into the classroom, though. They’ve still got a week of preparation, and then next week they will spend most of the time on a student trip to build some class spirit, or something. My first class with the first years won’t be until April 15th. I’ll get to teach some 2nd and 3rd years classes soon, though.

As I walked around the school I constantly heard my name being called out, and when I turned around there would some first year student I didn’t know smiling shyly at me. I don’t know how everybody seems to know my name already, but I’m guessing they used me in some kind of advertisement or promotional material. It’s kind of weird to have so many total strangers know your name.

Mr. Hayashi needed some help with some electronics today, so I went along with him to a few stores until he found what he needed. After the electronics trip we went over to the next-door cafe and had lunch with the history teacher and the new math teacher, Watanabe sensei. She’s fresh out of college, and looking for a crowd to run with. I’m not sure why she’s spending so much time with Mr. Hayashi and the history teacher, but I’m guessing it’s because they like to have a younger woman around. She doesn’t know so much English, so she must get bored easily when I’m around – everybody speaks English when I’m there. I’ll be interested to see how long it takes the history teacher to make his move on Watanabe sensei. Shouldn’t be longer than a few days, now.

I split from school around 2 p.m., did some shopping at Ito Yokado, and then came home to clean my house a bit. I cooked up a tofu dish that Kuniko made for me a long time ago, and it turned out OK. It wasn’t as good as when Kuniko did it, so I’ll have to convince her to cook it again for me. Also working against me is the fact that I can read only about 40% of the recipe.

This weekend Kuniko and I will go to the annual yakitori volleyball tournament and hanami party. Hanami literally means “Flower viewing”, but really it means “Drink-a-thon”. The cherry trees should be starting to blossom soon, but because of the strange weather it might be a little while longer.

Kuniko picked me up early Saturday morning and we drove to Okayama to help her sister move. Kuniko let me get behind the wheel for a little while during the long drive, and it was my first “on the road” experience driving in Japan. Lots of fun. I flipped the windshield wipers on when I wanted to turn, just like Kuniko had done when she was driving in America. I didn’t drive so long – maybe just 30 minutes or so. It was a good practice session.

When we got there we started moving lots of boxes, and soon after we arrived, Kuniko’s parents also showed up with a pickup truck to move the big stuff. We worked all day, and I was exhausted by the end of it. The new apartment was really nice, though, and I think that she’ll really enjoy living there. It’s near some big stores and in a more urban area than where she lived before.

At the end of the day Kuniko’s folks took us out to dinner at a yakiniku place, and we ate lots and lots of food – it was delicious. Then it was a long drive back. Kuniko stayed the night at my place rather than going back to her parents, so that was really nice.

Sunday I spent the morning with Kuniko – we went out for some sushi for lunch and enjoyed a really interesting conveyor belt sushi system. Of course you could pick up something off of the conveyor belt at any time, but if you wanted something special you used a touchpad to choose your item and then somebody in the back made it and put it on the conveyor. Somehow, when it gets close to you, the touchpad terminal starts beeping to get your attention, and you take it off. Fascinating. After lunch we slid our plates down a plate shaped slot and the computer checked to see how many plates we had eaten. A human being came by to confirm everything, and then we could go. Very interesting setup!

Kuniko went on to visit Obara sensei for coffee, and I spent the afternoon doing laundry, listening to standup comedy, and cooking up some ramen for dinner. I’m not sure what’s in store for me tomorrow at school, but I’m sure it’ll be interesting!

Today was moving day at school, and the first day when all the new teachers had to be here. When I arrived at 8:30 in the morning, people were already movings desks around, vacuuming nooks and crannies, and organizing their desks. It was not the ideal environment for studying, so I went upstairs and took over a classroom for a couple of hours.

At 2 p.m. we had a staff meeting and we were introduced to the new teachers. I had already introduced myself to a couple of them. The new English teacher was really nice to talk to. Her English seems to be OK, but not great. Call it hesitant but accurate. Mr. Hayashi had already categorized her skill level and he will likely show a level of respect to her appropriate to that skill level. Too bad. She seems like she’s nervous but excited to work with us.

One of the office ladies finished up her one year contract with our school. If you haven’t heard the term “office lady” used before in America, well, neither had I. Turns out that it’s a common word in Japan – they even have an acronymn – “OL”. Anyway, the office ladies in Japan are known for being cute, and helpful with no real responsibilities – it’s kind of a male oriented work culture here. I think guys enjoy having cute non-threatening girls around the office, and so it’s a fairly common job.

Anyway, one of our OL’s finished up her term, and so we have a new OL starting today. And of course she’s cute, too. The teachers were talking about her already – I even saw some of them pointing at her during the staff meeting. Yikes. I hope she can avoid the advances of the history teacher.

All this new blood introduced at once makes for lots of very interesting people watching. I swear that people watching is my favorite pasttime. Maybe that’s why I like shows like Survivor so much – they put people in controlled environments and you get to see how they react. I left around 5 p.m. today, and I’ll bet there won’t be another person leaving until 7 p.m. All these new people want to show that they are committed to hard work, so they won’t go home on time, and all the old people don’t want to be shown up by the new ones, so they’ll stay too. I have no reason to get caught up in all that, so I left for home with a big smile on my face and not a care in the world.

Today was the last abbreviated schedule day at school – Friday will be a full day of moving desks and getting organized into our new teacher groups. As for me, I’m in the same place doing the same thing, so there’s not much for me to do but help other people move their crap around.

I was out of there by lunchtime, and I went home early to clean house and organize some things. Behind my place one of the houses is being torn down, and the sound of a house being slowly pulled apart punctuated my afternoon. It’s interesting to watch these things happen – it was surprising how much stuff was still in the house while they tore it up. I hope they had the right house.

In the evening Kuniko came by because she had to watch a video from her new school, and now I have the VCR and TV here. I had cooked her dinner (Philly Cheesesteaks) and then we settled down to watch the video. It was a video showing how to clean the bathrooms at her school. We watched a crack team of students scrubbing the bathroom mercilessly – before each task they student would pose with the cleaning implement they were about to use. The sound editing was really low budget – actually the whole thing was really low budget. Kuniko watched it twice to catch all the details. As a teacher she will most likely be directing teams of students to do cleanup after school, so now she’ll know what she’s talking about when it happens.

Video watching completed, we walked over to Tsuchiyama station and I said goodbye to her there. We’re going to see each other again early Saturday morning… we’ll be heading to Okayama to help her sister move.

I put in a whopping three hours at work today and went home to study more there. As I was leaving one of the teachers asked me if I was going on a business trip. I said, “Well…” and he said, “Ah, yes, a business trip.” He even winked at me as I left. My school is so cool.

This evening Yuri came out to chat with me about some lesson ideas for some new classes that she’ll have. We went out to eat conveyor belt sushi, and then afterwards went shopping at Carrefour. Yuri was really amazed at all the nice things near my place – I am really lucky.

I think I was able to help her a little bit, but her teaching situation is so much different than mine. She’ll be OK, though. We bought some souvenirs at Carrefour and then I walked her back to the train station.

I’m off to bed. Tomorrow Kuniko may come over to watch a video that her new school gave her. It’ll be good to see her and find out all about her new job.

Another grueling day at the office had me heading home at 11 in the morning. I walked by the traffic cops at Ito Yokado, and they all watched me go by wistfully – probably wishing they had the kind of job that pays like mine and lets me out after three or four hours.

I got right down to it and made a big bowl of ramen. We had gotten a kit from our visit to a interior design exhibition, and it turned out really well. I had put in some meat that I bought from Ito Yokado (the lady there put in some extra AFTER she weighed it out for price) and it was the closest thing to perfect homemade ramen I’ve had.

Afterwards I spent the afternoon studying, reading, and relaxing. I got a surprise phone call from Kuniko who was in town getting her hair done. I’ve got to get used to having her so close now. She dropped by and we hung out for a few hours.

Her timing was good because I had plans to take Yasu out for dinner to thank him for watering my plants while I was away. Together we all went out for okonomiyaki at a local restaurant.

Kuniko ordered a variation called Doroyaki, which means “grilled mud”. It was served on the hot plate looking like a muddy pile. We scooped it up with spoons and it was actually pretty good. It wasn’t the prettiest dish I’ve ever seen.

Yasu looked pretty tired but I was happy to get a chance to talk with him. He’s hoping to get a job at a Yamaha music store, but I think he was a little depressed because he hasn’t heard back from them after two weeks. His life is kind of up in the air right now – I know how that feels, and it isn’t fun.

After dinner we went out for an ice cream cone at 31 flavors, and then went our separate ways. Tomorrow I’m doing another partial day at work, and then I’ll probably meet up with Kuniko’s friend Yuri to talk about lesson plans over sushi.

Recently Ito Yokado had a promotion at their store next to my house selling what they called “ekiben”. I didn’t know the word, but Kuniko explained to me that it means a boxed lunch available from a train station. Why was a big supermarket like Ito Yokado selling lunches that were supposed to be sold at train stations? Why would anybody want to eat them?

They were actually selling ekiben from different stations all over Japan. You could look through them and pick a lunch from a train station hundreds of miles away, and taste the flavor of that region.

This was really interesting to me. Japan is an isolated country – being an island will do that to you. Also, to some extent Japanese people are isolated from others because of their language. Whereas an English speaker can travel freely and exchange topics with people from Australia, Scotland, Singapore, Guam, South Africa, etc., Japanese people generally can only interact with other Japanese. Maybe that explains why English language instruction is so popular here.

Within Japan people love to travel. One thing I hear about different parts of Japan is that such-and-such town is “famous” for their noodles, or “famous” for their rice balls. Sometimes the towns are as close as only a couple miles away, but this “fame” is held on to and prized – it gives the town or area something to boast about, and brings in tourists from other parts of Japan. Sometimes it seems that every town in “famous” for something.

“Ekiben” was a good example for me of how people in an isolated culture can strive for diversity, even if it’s something as simple as what you eat.

To simplify things a little I’ve posted our vacation pictures into two galleries –

Actually, most of the pictures are from Kuniko’s camera, but there’s a couple winners in among my gallery. There’s two pages of pics in Kuniko’s gallery, there’s a link to page two at the very bottom.

What a nice weekend. Saturday Kuniko came over with some furniture from her place so I put it in storage in my spare room here. She also had lots of little household things to give me, so I’m slowly absorbing what used to be “hers” into what will eventually be “ours”.

In the evening we went over to the yakitori to deliver souvenirs from our trip to America, and we had a great meal there. Kuniko had me trying some things that I didn’t know were on the menu, including an interesting rice dish that had hot tea added – yum!

Kuniko stayed over Saturday night, and it will be interesting to get her parents’ reaction – maybe it’s best to do this early on so they know what to expect. Sunday we took a long walk inside the park on the little man-made island to the south of town. Afterwards we went into Okubo to do some shopping, have lunch, see a movie (National Treasure), and to visit a part-time teacher from my school who is doing part time work somewhere else until she can land another teaching job.

The part time work was at an interior design place that specialized in kitchens, bathrooms, etc. She was there to help people that were taking the tour and she led them through a drawing for a small door prize. We chatted with her a while, and tried to look interested in some things so that her boss wouldn’t come down on her. We pulled a prize out of a box and got a ramen kit, with three different kinds of ramen. The grand prize was a small bike for kids, and luckily we didn’t win that.

Now I’m back home and getting things in order around the house – tomorrow it’s back to work!

Friday was a slow day around school. Well, at least for me it was. There were a lot of preparations going on and last minute meetings and some panicked running around, but I calmly ate sushi at my desk and studied Japanese. Mr. Hayashi spent some time with me doing translations, and we talked about the proposed teaching schedule for next year. Mr. Hayashi is stuck with a lot of classes, and I get the feeling that other people have started to notice how easy he has it. I think he was really surprised – he’ll be teaching most of the first year classes with me.

I also taught a class with Mr. Komuri – we actually taught English together. That’s significant because he’s a Japanese teacher. Still, his English is pretty good, and we had fun doing the class.

Finally around 3 p.m. I left school early and headed home. From there I met up with Antoine in Kobe and we did some bar and restaurant hopping. It was good to catch up with him and see what he’s been up to.

We hit lots of different places, but the last one we went to was an Irish bar called Ryan’s. It was my first time there – I usually avoid it because it’s a foreigner bar. We went in and there were just lots of foreigners there, being loud and singing to 80’s songs. There were some lonely looking Japanese guys there, and one old Japanese guy dancing with all the foreign girls. It didn’t take us long to get out of there.

We had a good time, but I’m looking forward to relaxing this weekend.