No. In case you’ve been wondering or have ever wondered about it, the titles of these entries have little to no relevant meaning. Like today’s title, for example. It just sounds right.
Okey-righty. So today’s post is brought to you by a free-internet usage pc smack in the greater part of Sapporo. Here I sit at a designated guest house, where I had quite a noteable rest, typing away updating you on where and what is going on. To my left I have a hardcover, palm-sized anthologized pocket classic of Keats’ poetry. Behind me on the table a cup of microbrew instant coffee. I have to say that compared to staying in a capsule hotel, a horizontal cubicle of a sleeping space before, the luxury of this few thousand yen accommodation sings songs.
Let this brief post provide apt coverage of last night’s events. Well, events not much at all.
Previously I heard it said that when living in Japan you sometimes feel that your Japanese isn’t moving along all that quickly. Well, with the joy of staying at a guest house, and there being three other guests here in the off season my odds of running into someone from another country were quite good. Don’t worry, I’ll get back to the Japanese in a second.
Upon arriving back here after the afternoon of shopping (and not seeing the Sapporo Brewery like I had hoped to) I ran into a fellow from the UK who’s being doing a bit of a tour through a variety of countries. Cheers to him if he reads this.
After saying some hellos this new fellow and I, decidedly hungry, thought to try our hand at one of the local eatery/izakaya-style pubs nearby. We did. And it was good.
After ordering a few plates of sliced meats, namely beef and lamb, we grilled ourselves towards perfection and full-ish bellies.
Our waiter/host, I soon found out, had spent a short while abroad in Canada in fact. After ordering and organizing our meal in Japanese I offered our waiter that we should speak in English -seeing as he had been there in Canada and all.. I don’t think we saw him again after that.
My point about the Japanese is that after having ordered and deciphered the suggested menu, I never realized how functional my command of the language is. And this is not to fluff my own horn, mind you. It is just to say that what I had spouted to me at my arrival and orientation holds true. When you’re fully immersed in a culture/language, you don’t realize the leaps you are making with speech and study. Assuming that you’re actually studying. Haha.
Well, my words to print here have done nothing to quell the cool drizzle outside. In a matter of minutes I will have to check out of this lovely and comfy wood-laden homey dwelling and subway my way back into the city for more shopping and food-ing before heading back up north to my respective town-place.
Here’s hoping that you are finding good-ish foods with which to fill your belly this Fall season. And now if you’ll excuse me, I have a cup of coffee to finish and a few pages of poetry to copy out of a penny novel. Ciao.
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