and by sweets you mean...

Enough of this racism crap...seriously its weighing me down. Luckily for me (and the country which is currently housing me), my faith in the japanese race was once again revived today. Igirisu-jin Chris and I were "lost" (not so lost, more like stuck in Groundhog's Day. seriously, deja vu all over the frickin' place...but not the kind of deja vu which makes you feel psychic and new-age and shit...the kind of deja vu where you know you are stupid and have been there before...like 5 minutes ago. yea.) when we came upon a woman who said, in Japanese of course, "would you like to come to my old house to drink tea and eat sweets." Hell yea. sign me up!
And we did. Now I know what some of you might be thinking...that if this happened in America, this might be seen as quite creepy. very creepy. But here, it's seen as an act of kindness and not a way to propose a sexual endeavor. I mean, when she said tea, she actually meant tea! And the sweets, why they were quite sweet! Crazy huh? The "old house" she spoke of was a calligraphy school and had examples of the student's works hanging on the walls. Chris and I spoke to a few of the students for about 30 minutes in a mix of horrible japanese and horrible english. It was fun. Tanoshikata desu! Great day.
Thanks not-so-crappy (actually quite the awesome) Japanese people!