I always like to say (since two days ago) that you don’t truly belong in a foreign country until you’ve experienced one of their ambulances. Well, we can check that off my list because my very first week in Japan I somehow ended up in the back of an ambulance one evening because of…wait for it…a finger that was smashed in the door of a car. Yeah, I can’t explain it either. Anyways, it was a fabulous way to spend my 4th of July evening.
Since I left the missionary training center everything has been a whirlwind. The plane ride was fun because I got to sit with people from the same district group I was in at the MTC because we were all going to the Tokyo-south mission. We were picked up at the airport by Wada kaichou and his wife, Wada shimai and they are the kindest people ever, and completely down to earth. I love them so much already.
We spent three days in their home receiving more training and experiencing a taste of Japan, like radio Taiso in the mornings (Google it). Some people have gone to the park every day for 50 years to do it. It was great and I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself. Before Taiso, I went on a run, and because it’s so humid here I was sweating like no other. One little old obaasan お祖母さん even asked if I had jumped in the pond. Thanks, no. No I didn’t.
I was assigned to the 横浜山手 (Yokohama Yamate) area with my trainer, and I’ll be staying here for at least 6 weeks, maybe longer. Yokohama is amazing, there’s a city section in our area by the ocean and then lots of neighborhoods. Every house is so unique, it’s so fun to explore the area.
The streets are narrow and the trucks are tiny, and there are telephone and electric lines everywhere. I just can’t get over how exciting everything is here. I’ve only been here since Thursday, so there’s still a good deal more to see.