All Things in Moderation

Hittari, Futtari, San-nin Irio, One Little, Two Little, Three little Indians is the English version we know. Everyday, I have to consider how wierd and difference Japan is, the methods to the Japanese madness. Rainy season is upon us, and the food is good. Last night all of the WWOOFers walked maybe a mile in the rain to go to the Japanese suupa, which is basically a supermarket, an interesting adventure nonetheless. On the way we pass a bar called a Sunakku, which is a Japanese way to say a Snack Bar, in these places a hostess greets you and brings you food throughout the night, but she also provides the service of company. She sings to you and may dance if you are lucky.

After a week of working in the hot sun all day and falling asleep at 10 and waking at 6:30, the WWOOFers were tired and needed to let loose a bit. So we got beer and some snack food.

Yaling is the girl giving the peace sign, she is Taiwanese WWOOFer who came to stay, she is fluent in Japanese, but no so good in English, so we teach eachh other. She is really cool. The stuff in the pictures were rice balls on a stick with sugary Teryaki sauce, really wierd tasting. I just bought some beer and Nigiri from the Suupa, no wierd bullshit, but I must admit I will try anything.

But what I am enjoying most is going to the Job site with Hiro-san. Yesterday, Nick and I worked on wrapping the house with weather barriers so that the masons can come back later to build the rock veneer that will cover the house. On the inside the carpenter man is like a master. I have rarely seen someone work with such attention to detail. But, Hiro san is easy to talk to and he has many interest in everything, especially international issues. He seems to know something about every WWOOFers country and home city and something that goes on there, and we have WWOOFers from America, UK, Napoli, Victoria Australia, and Taipei. SUGOIIII!