It seems like forever ago. On August 8, I flew from Tokyo to Toyama.
My supervisor and another teacher picked me up from the airport, and we went out to lunch at Sushi Ichi. Uh, wow.
Guys, I grew up in the midwest. I don’t know much about sushi. So far, this is what I have learned:
This is a typical sushi ladder platter, you start with the lighter fish and work yourself around to the more flavorful pieces, ending with the sweetest one (typically eel or a sweet egg). In between, eat strips of ginger to cleanse your palette. I am sure there is much more to it all, but I think these are the basic basics.
Anyway is delicious. Toyama is not famous for much, but we are nestled along the Sea of Japan so the seafood is FRESH, FRESH, FRESH.
After lunch, that is when things went downhill. I went right to work and my self-introductions bombed. (My own fault.) My cold worsened and would not go away. (I remember coughing at lunch.) I gave away all of my money in rent, thanks, cleaning, and key charges. (Still bitter.) I had a million things to do and it was 9,000 degrees. I felt like I stamped my life away.
My hanko, which is a stamp of my name in katakana, and used as a signature for official documents.
So most days after work in the summer before classes started, I did this little routine. Ironed my suits, which we had to wear in the beginning even though it was SOOOOOO HOOOOOOT, read over paperwork, propped up my feet, and drank a cold beer.