Today I went to an art museum with some friends and it was soooo pretty!!! The art was so impressive. I got that intense and humbling feeling of witnessing the artwork of people whose skill in art is greater than my skill will ever be at anything I do. But before I got to that museum, I got a little lost...again. But this time it wasn't my fault!
So, me and two friends are waiting for a bus to go to the museum and when it comes, one friend says, "this is the one". So naturally, I do what any rational person would do and I get on the bus and sit down...except when I turn around both of my friends are standing at the door of the bus staring at me with a slightly confused look on their faces. After about 5 seconds of staring at each other just blinking basically the bus doors close and they didn't get on. I raise my hand, palm facing upwards, and narrow my eyes in a kind of "What just happened..." expression as I'm whisked away by bus. So I get off at the next stop and walk back. Apparently the bus I got on was the right one, and my friends just took the next one, hoping I would stay on my bus until the museum. Sadly, I got off on the first stop I could to walk back. On my walk back, my friends saw me from their bus (much to their dismay) and one came running back for me as the others took the bus to the end and waited at the museum. Moral of the story: I get lost no matter what, (I'm ok mom...i always find my way back), and my friends, although they let me get on buses by myself and don't follow me, are still good friends because one ran back and the others waiting like 20 minutes in the awful Japanese humidity and heat. Bonus: Because my friends got on the wrong bus, they ran into more friends on the second bus and convinced them to come to the museum with us!! :) :) :)
Anyways I walked back to the bus stop with a friend and we talked, and then I got home. At home my Okaasan gave me what she said was her, (translating here...) "Most spicy powder in the kitchen", to put on my food, which was amazing.
So, me and two friends are waiting for a bus to go to the museum and when it comes, one friend says, "this is the one". So naturally, I do what any rational person would do and I get on the bus and sit down...except when I turn around both of my friends are standing at the door of the bus staring at me with a slightly confused look on their faces. After about 5 seconds of staring at each other just blinking basically the bus doors close and they didn't get on. I raise my hand, palm facing upwards, and narrow my eyes in a kind of "What just happened..." expression as I'm whisked away by bus. So I get off at the next stop and walk back. Apparently the bus I got on was the right one, and my friends just took the next one, hoping I would stay on my bus until the museum. Sadly, I got off on the first stop I could to walk back. On my walk back, my friends saw me from their bus (much to their dismay) and one came running back for me as the others took the bus to the end and waited at the museum. Moral of the story: I get lost no matter what, (I'm ok mom...i always find my way back), and my friends, although they let me get on buses by myself and don't follow me, are still good friends because one ran back and the others waiting like 20 minutes in the awful Japanese humidity and heat. Bonus: Because my friends got on the wrong bus, they ran into more friends on the second bus and convinced them to come to the museum with us!! :) :) :)
Anyways I walked back to the bus stop with a friend and we talked, and then I got home. At home my Okaasan gave me what she said was her, (translating here...) "Most spicy powder in the kitchen", to put on my food, which was amazing.
That was my dinner. It was as good as it looks.
My Okaasan's Japanese spin on Italian cooking...whoops, now I'm hungry again :(
So I put the super spicy powder in my hand and sprinkle it onto the Italian/Japanese dish. My okaasan tells me to be careful not to touch my eye because that would probably suck. Well, what do you know, 20 minutes later I touch my eye. It wasn't that bad, I just had to wipe it off, right? Oh, no...rubbing my eye made it worse, now tears are starting. Maybe I better...um....rub my eye maybe?? And repeat. So basically I find myself in the bathroom crying without restraint because the spiciest powder my okaasan owns is all up in my eye, and when I take out my contact lenses to rinse them with water, I find that my contact lenses were actually shielding me from the true pain of whatever delicious but evil powder I was fed. Btw, the title--Karai--means spicy.
Well that was fun. Afterwards I start to do homework but okaasan convinces me instead to go shopping with her because the store nearby is having a 50% ice cream sale and so we take the equivalent of $10 and spend it all on ice cream. Yum :) And here I am procrastinating on my homework yet again.....Mata!
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