The rest of the day we were walking in the park and talking. When we were eating, I called my mother. An excerpt of the conversation went like this:
- Na, I met some Mexicans and I'm eating them now ...
- Do not speak in English with the people! Get together with Japanese ...
Okay, Mom. Nextto time I call to see what we can do about it ... Mothers. I
evening dinner at a kaiten sushi restaurant (of which are moving tape) which was empty. I sat in front of the cook, and told me he was saying he wanted sushi, which I did. And it was. "Sumimaseeen! kudasaiiii maguro sushi! ". It was cool to see how he did it in a flash-plasma, and the guy in the end I was recommending fish for sushi ...
Today, with a day of dogs he has done, I've been in the temple Horyoji. Nothing special to tell ... very nice, very Japanese, very "temploso" with its pagoda varios apartments and stuff ...
In the afternoon, with nothing better to do with rain, I went with a German boy guesthouse (unfortunately for my mother) at the neighborhood bathhouse. They had a cutrecillo that gave a special touch. The operation of the baths is as follows: Before getting into any "hot tub (the tub with hot water) you have to wipe it thoroughly with soap lather. When they're clean, you can get in the hot tub, that there are different kinds: water with different temperatures, jets, minerals ...
And finally, artistic photo of the day CH