Hallelujah

Praise the Lord it's a miracle. Thanks to the magic of modern medical science + beer, Monday I woke up fully recovered from my illness. The sun was shining from a clear sky and so I left for school more genki (healthy and full of spirit) than ever. This also meant that I could finally get back to my old life. So after school I met up with Jens and we went to an izakaya in Shibuya. He is going on a small vacation with his company from this Thursday so this was our last chance to meet before I go home to Denmark. We wanted to go Viking, which in Japanese means all you can eat, but when the waiter saw two big gaijins coming in to her store she immediately turned us away claiming the restaurant was reserved for a large party.

The last time I was in Japan the Japanese, even people from Tokyo, stared quite a lot at foreigners. This time I haven't noticed this nearly as much and neither had Jens. So I guess the Japanese have gotten a bit used to foreigners in they country. But not enough to feel safe around us. Rieko Yoshimura, the wife of my current home stay, told that her colleagues were very surprised to hear that they had let a foreigner stay at their home and that they should be careful.