such.
Already in the Narita airport and a monumental fatigue, I expected a man to get along with my family. He said a "wait here a moment please", to which internally thought "take! I understood! ". Once inside the taxi I was fried.
The host family very well. As I said in a previous post, there are three, the father (who tells me to call him "Dad" because that's what they call the children), Marin and Yuki san san. The father, 60 tacos, very jovial and enormous vitality. The kids very Majete.
Well, with the language, I see them and me the desire. Al
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