I spent most of the day cleaning stuff. Mold grows amazingly well here, so I was doing a little bit to limit that, including cleaning under my fridge.
My kotatsu, with my textbook, DS, dictionary, cell phone, and coffee cup on it. It slides under my bed, so I have to keep it clean if I want to be able to stow it away. It isn’t my fault that the floor is clean enough to see reflections on it.
We went to a garden in Anjo, with about 16 Yamasa students. At the tea house we participated in a tea ceremony.
I went to a festival in Okazaki and then to an origami class.
I have been to every single subway station in Nagoya, and taken a picture in front of at least one entrance of every station.
Two nights ago(Wednesday night), the police showed up at my door at about 8pm. They were asking about a “Chou”, and weren’t quite sure about the address, so they were asking me what my address was. (Yes, the police were standing in front of my door asking for the address of where they were. Welcome to Japan, the land of mostly non-named streets) I gave them my address and the phone number of the school, and they left.
I then posted an entry on Facebook that the police had come to my door. Apparently then a teacher saw that, and asked the guy in charge of housing why the police would be going to my apartment. He didn’t know, so he called the police and the response what that the police had found a bike, and were trying to contact the owner.
Then today the housing guy saw me in front of my apartment, and told me the rest of the story, and not to worry. I wasn’t worrying, but was kind of amazed at how that went around, even though I most definitely know how small the internet is making the world.