I'm pleased to report that I'm feeling much better today. Many thanks to the well-wishers. I wasn't ill in the sense of a virus, but instead I fell victim to my irregular sleeping and eating habits of late. I rectified the issue and, as a result, feel much better.
I'm sorry for the radio silence of the past day or so, but my mission for the day yesterday—and part of my mission to improve both my physical and mental well-being—was to get out of my apartment. I've spent a bit too much of this break in front of this monitor and not enough in front of books—Japanese books, that is.
So let's go.
Yesterday
A financial transfer that I'd been waiting on had been deposited into my American bank account, so my first goal was to head to the nearby post office in order to make use of their ATMs. I decide to walk because the weather was excellent and I didn't want the trip to end too quickly. Everything at the post office went smoothly.
Next on my agenda was breakfast. I wanted to eat out but didn't know where to go outside of Yoshinoya (too far away to walk there and not in the mood for it), Bikkuri Donkey (not in the mood), or McDonald's (ditto). So I decided to traverse the neighborhood in a direction I'd never been in and see what I could drum up. But I returned home to get my bike first, as it was warming up. While I was there, I cut my hair, took a shower, and changed into nice clothes. I was lookin' good, too. From zero to hero, just like that.
I found nothing that I felt comfortable with in the neighborhood—whether I'd be able to order properly was a concern, and I determined this by certain visual cues—so I headed down Highway 48 to the west. I rode for several kilometers. I stopped in front of one quiet-looking restaurant and was looking at the signs when a lady come out and say that the restaurant would open "from tomorrow." (I don't know if she meant that it was a new restaurant or that yesterday was the restaurant's
yasumi, but it was sufficient enough for me to continue, wondering if I'd ever find a decent place.
I finally came across a Gusto. Mikawa Ossan and I had eaten at one before, so I was even reasonably familiar with it. After a few minutes of indecision and worrying about being able to handle my business, I decided to enter. Worst case scenario, I'll point at the pictues of what I want, I thought.
After a brief wait, I was given a table in the non-smoking section (which I
asked for, thank you very much) and offered a menu. I couldn't make out too much of the menu, but there sure were some purty-lookin' pictures what needed some pointin', so once I had my nerves together, I pushed the "call waitress" button.
I pointed and told her that I wanted this hamburger meal, #1. (I avoided Bikkuri Donkey only to end up ordering the same type of food. Nice.) Then ... then she asked me something. I couldn't make it out. She repeated herself, pointing at some other pictures beside the one that I'd pointed at. These pictures were variations of the set meal that I had pointed at first. I tried to ask for the first one again and she asked the same question again. Okay. How about #2, one of the ones she'd pointed at? The same question. And she didn't seem to be simplifying it at all—just repeating herself, like I'll magically understand.
I had no idea what was happening, people nearby were staring, and it was lunchtime and this waitress probably wanted to wring my neck. I dropped down to the next section on the menu and tried ordering the nice-looking meal in
that picture. She asked some other question, then, which I tried answering but didn't understand too well. But she took the order and that was that.
It was terrible. Just terrible.
But from there on out, everything was smooth (largely because I didn't have to speak or try to understand anyone, of course). I saw there studying and eating my meal, using the chopsticks instead of the spoon that I was also offered. I should start eating with chopsticks at home too—it'd be too practice. The rest of the trip was unremarkable. I was pretty frustrated about the ordering process, but them's the breaks when you're studying a new language
and you're trying to communicate with someone who can only speak with you using forms of that language that you've yet to study.
After leaving Gusto, and feeling pretty good, I took my time returning to my neighborhood. I stopped at a dollar store and looked around for a minutes. (I didn't get any kind of "Irasshaimase!" from the lady in there, and it felt odd.) My next stop was a used CD and DVD store. I still haven't seen the original
Ghost in the Shell and I also rented it, but I wasn't sure if I'd have region issues with the disc or not, so decided against it.
But I
did breakdown and buy one gem, thereby fulfilling one of my smaller goals of the trip. The CD was MISIA's "
Mother Father Brother Sister." This album and Kohmi Hirose's "
THE BEST Love Winters" were the first two Japanese pop albums I'd ever heard and they still remain among my very favorites today. I've been wanting these for a while, so now I'm halfway there. I looked for that Kohmi Hirose album, but no luck. But I bought MISIA's CD used, in great condition, for 150 yen. That's currently about
USD$1.30! Freakin' awesome. (I have uploaded
the first track of the album, an all-strings overture, that you too may experience the type of music that sets my heart aflame. The strings, people, the strings ... Most of the album is not like this, though—it's more good R&B-tinged J-Pop.)
So after this, I rode to Yamasa to buy the textbooks for my next three months of study, the
Minna no Nihongo II set, of which I've heard ominous rumblings. (The building looks even
more under construction than before, as they've covered up the scaffolding with a nearly-opaque covering.) You buy the book on the first floor and actually pick them up on the second floor, but I didn't know this and did some unnecessary travelling; yet I soon held, in my own hands, my own copies of the books.
I sat on the second floor in front of the sensei's office (this area overlooks the first floor and is a nice place to sit) and looked through the English translation book, since there's not much I could do with the Japanese at this point. I look over the vocabulary and grammar points. The truth is, I don't think that it looked all that difficult. Not easy, but certainly not the thorn-filled obstacle course that I expected. Time will tell, though.
I sat there looking through the book for a little while. (There was one big, ominous surprise that I found: I thought that I knew something, what with learning "ageru," "morau," and "kureru," but that, apparently, was only half of the battle.) Then I continued my review of the first
Minna no Nihongo I books once again. I got to see Oyaizu-sensei, Sano-sensei, and even Kurumiya-sensei, which was nice.
I sat there for a while. A couple of sensei asked if I was okay studying there on that bench, and I said that I was fine and asked if studying there was all right. Yes, yes, it is! they said. Okay then. The first floor classrooms are just too classroomy sometimes. (I could search for better adjectives, but that sums it up pretty well.)
Interestingly, at one point, many of the sensei started leaving their office. I saw Oyaizu-sensei walking with another male sensei. When he saw me, Oyaizu-sensei indicates toward me and says, in Japanese, "That's Jonathan." The other sensei nodded in understanding. Well, the question then becomes, "Am I famous or infamous?" All in all, it was pretty funny. I'm sure you can imagine the confused amusement on my face, those of you who know what I look like.
I think that's about all that happened yesterday. I soon returned home, cooked dinner, masochistically suffered through the
stupidest filler episode of
Naruto yet (the latest manga shall apply the salve to my self-inflicted wounds), and went to bed.
But the thing is, after yesterday, there was a little thing called "today."
Today
See?
So. This morning I awoke and cooked a nice breakfast of rice, beef, and cheesy topping—a meal that should, from here on out, be referred to as "the norm." I decided to ride my bike to the small riverside bench where I saw that kingfisher the other day. On the way there, I ran into a classmate who was going shopping with her younger sister. We talked for a few minutes and then I continued on, lest I bore her with my endless drivel.
I studied for a while in peace until the mosquitoes arrived a good two hours sooner than they had the other day, so I went to Yamasa and studied