No longer am I the incompetent wretch who arrived in Miyakonojo. No siree, I am learning Japanese! And though two lessons with Luke’s teacher, Yasue, have not made me the intellectual equal of my peers, I communicated quite well with a four-year-old at the park the other day. That is, until we made it past basic introductions and she started saying things I couldn’t understand, at which point I frantically regurgitated the phrase I know best, “Nihongo ga, hanasemasen!” or, “I don’t speak Japanese!”
I may not be headed for fluency, but that does not deter me. Japanese lessons are the best! When I arrive at Yasue’s house, she serves me tea and a snack and we do things like learn to count, and yesterday I practiced writing my name.
It’s like preschool for big kids!
Next lesson we are meeting at a café so I can practice ordering food and asking questions.
Until then, Sayonara!
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