Day Two... I Think

So let's start with Jet Lag. I haven't had a solid sense of time for the last 72 hours. For one, I'm on the otherside of the world, bu I'd like to blame my flight: during this 20-hour duration the sun never went down.

Okay, now for Japan itself. It's not what you'd expect. First off, I expected a bunch of English, you know like Asia-Disney or something. Well, I've met only a few confused souls that could say a few words. Most people smile and nod; and it seems like they're playing along and sympathizing with my struggle to make my language make sense to them, but then I realize that they probably think I'm crazy. So most of my conversations are very Caveman-esque: alot of pointing, the occasional vowl sound. But this experience has really opened my eyes, much like my years as a retail-slave. I've come to sympathize with every quietly struggling foriegn person I've ever met in the States. Furthermore, I admire their ability not to be like me, saying things in English all the time like I'm here to educate the country.

So that's the lesson today, folks. Be nice to that guy who just smiles and nods when you speak, because it could be me.