A basically uneventful day. I went shopping after exchanging $$ for yen. I bought a date book, organizer trays and groceries, plus a men's fashion magazine called "Men's Non-No".
When I got home I did some laundry and while checking to see if it was dry I heard someone walk by on the street behind my apartment. I hid behind my rice paper door, as I didn't wish to be stared at, and couldn't converse anyway. Well, this Japanese man saw me duck, and came over to investigate. I went into the kitchen, and could hear him outside (beside the building) trying to look in. Evidently he thought I was breaking in (either that, or he had an intense interest in caucasians!). I was waiting for the police to come crashing through my door at some point after that, but nothing more happened.
I wrote some letters and got this far in my hiragana review:
P.S. My French is improving while here, because we (K's and I) eat at Toki which is a French/Japanese restaurant...I can only read the French part of the menu, and even so, only get part of it.
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