my American family and the long awaited Japanese hospitality

before you read this, know that the magic and drama of last night, the night that ill be recalling, wont be captured correctly the first time, and so because of that ill probably edit this post a few times, a few more than regularly anyway. i met alex from england on the 6th floor of our hostel. we floated down the elevator shaft together and came out to the lobby speaking of ourselves, and of Osaka and what to do, so I invited him to dinner with my big brother and papa. a place where you can order from an english menu by drawing circles and inserting numbers in bubbles. its there that i gave up. i wouldnt matter if i spoke japanese, the hospitality is better when you`re speaking english and not being understood. but anyhow, that was the low point of the night. a family of mother and three sons, 6, 13, and 15 sat at the table next to us and began to eat. we, me, big brother, papa, and alex, drink sake and beer and eat sashimi and drink miso soup. we talk about things that papa starts to talk about and everyone finishes. we talk about a lot of things while im still a little down about motivation.

the family whose just sat down wants our attention. is not what i thought at first. but they do. we begin talking together! ah.. hold on...