On Monday, I had lunch by the dock, right at the bottom of the hill our school is on, and it was incredibly refreshing. Imagine this beauty right at my fingertips every day.
On the tram ride home, sitting among the Hakodate-ans, listening to music with my headphones on, I felt comfortable, not lost, part of the small city's flow, like I was transitioning out of being merely a foreign visitor and into being an inhabitant of this place, even if for a short time. At home, while Nick and I were studying after dinner, Okaasan surprised us each with a chocolate bar. I'm being well taken care of, that is for sure!
On Tuesday, I decided to ride my bike to school for the first time – largely because this was the first time I didn't have any more homework/studying to finish in the morning before school. The route is pretty easy, I just have to follow the streetcar path that I usually take. So, I was riding along, imagining what people were thinking (Westerner on a bicycle - look out!) and singing India.Arie's "I Am Not My Hair" to myself… then I looked over and the streetcar tracks were no longer there. It had turned somewhere a while back. Oops. I had no idea where I was, and I had about 20 minutes until class. So, I just headed in the general direction of Mount Hakodate, hoping I would find my way somehow. I briefly thought about how I'd probably rather spend three hours exploring the city than go to class anyway… but I soon found the streetcar again, and made it in time, barely.
Oh, and at one point the bicycle seat came off since I had raised it as high as it could go. Thankfully it was easily fixable. An adventurous commute, no?
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On my bike ride home, as I turned on to the block where I'm staying, I had a rush of peace – there was a deep quiet as I rode down the block into the breeze. Then, later that evening I read about the death of a friend of mine's father – killed while riding his bicycle in St. Louis, and was saddened. I felt the distance between this side of the world and home.
Wednesday brought a new day, and I once again biked to school – now paying more attention to follow the streetcar path when it turned. After class, we had a lecture from a visiting professor from Princeton (who happened to write the textbook we're using in my class). He talked "crossing the border" between native language and foreign language, and how that crossing changes not only your perception of the foreign language but also of your own. His focus was on writers who were approaching the Japanese language from outside, as a second language, and showed how these authors have even helped shape the understanding of the language itself. It was encouraging – the sense that there could actually be an impact to make as the result of these studies, in whatever field we were each in. It was especially encouraging since I had been coping with the fact that I was not going to become a native-fluency speaker in the course of a year (sigh…). But, that doesn't invalidate my language study or mean this experience is not worth it.
My piece-meal lunch from the grocery store: sushi, edamame, red-bean covered rice balls, and a yogurt drink |
The perimeter of Goryokaku |
Ok, let's see if I can think of something actually interesting to tell you about Thursday… After a so-so test in the morning, after class I went to a conversation-time with volunteers from the community, who come a couple days a week to talk with anyone who's interested. The few of us there did origami together, which we hung on a small tree, which is done for Tanabata, a holiday on July 7. People, little kids especially, also usually write out their wishes on slips of paper and hang them up.
Before going home for the day, I stopped in a little きっさてん (coffee/tea-shop) and did my homework. Dinner that night was すきやき (sukiyaki) – you take a piece of meat or vegetables simmering in the pot, dip it in the raw egg, and eat it right away.
Friday's cultural experience was a visit to Lucky Pierrot – a very popular local chain of restaurants featuring "hamburgers," fries, ice cream, etc. I use the quotation marks because these are not what many of us would probably consider hamburgers; often other meats are used (chicken, pork), as well as some interesting sauces and toppings. I got the popular Chinese Chicken burger, which was something like General Tso's chicken on a bun, and some cheese fries. Let's say that one trip to Lucky Pierrot's is probably enough for a while...
Lucky Pierrot |
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