When someone tells you you:re going to get naked in front of a front of old Japanese ladies and enter boiling water so that you can relax, it often throws you for a loop.
Luckily I wasn`t thrown for this loop, mostly because after the gym in the locker room my host mom said
"Alexa, want to go to the spa," and when I turned around to answer her she was completely nude and I was left with out a choice.
Now, onsens are very popular in Japan, for the young and old. They are /usually/ seperated by girls and guys. Elementary children go to them on school trips as do college students with theyre friends.
They are basically large hot springs were everyone bathes, naked.
To be honest, they are extremely relaxing, and besides never figuring out how to place the towel so it covers both my upper body and my tooshy, it was all and all an enjoyable experience.
The day started off with me having my once monthly break from rhythmic gymnastics which I spend 40 hours a week at. So, logically, Id spend my day at the gym.
We (me and my host mother) went to four classes. All of which proved on an extreme level how utterly uncoordinated I really am.
The first class, a street jazz class, was all just a blur a limbs going every where. The next class was more easy, just a lot of sexy dancing, which all, except for the 21 year old teacher, failed at.
I finally got control of my legs and arms in the last class, Zumba. It was latin dancing, and as the whitest girl in the class, I managed to actually not run into anyone.
I smiled the whole time as confusing as it was. This can be attributed to the fact that we all looked like day old fouls told to samba and that there was another foreigner in the class.
And I wanted to be the fun foreigner.
Success
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Valentines Day
Today I was at the top of a hill that looks over the school when I saw my friends at the bottom talking about something with the kind of intensity most people reserve for talking about serious topics like global warming and Twilight.
I of course began running down the hill (in loafers and a skirt) which is not a good idea for anyone. It would have been less scary riding a toboggan down a mountain made of concrete then running down this hill. In two steps I had managed to fly head first down which to my complete and utter surprise turned into a round off, back hand spring, doubled axel, landing me perfectly in front of my friends.
"What are you guys talking about"
"Chocolate."
Ths should come of no surprise considering Valentines day is Monday and everyone has one plan for the weekend. Make chocolate.
In Japan, it is not for the boy you like or say you boyfriend. Girls give to girls.
Which I think is great because not many guys appreciate dark chocolate the way I do.
Weve spent the last week of lunch time on "Cook Note" reviewing chocolate recipes and telling people to make chocolate for us, which I feel is a lot like telling someone to get a Birthday present for you.
All the girls make chocolate, except one girl at my table who said it was "troublesome." Which got her unceremoniously kicked out of the group at least until she said shed make cake.
I of course began running down the hill (in loafers and a skirt) which is not a good idea for anyone. It would have been less scary riding a toboggan down a mountain made of concrete then running down this hill. In two steps I had managed to fly head first down which to my complete and utter surprise turned into a round off, back hand spring, doubled axel, landing me perfectly in front of my friends.
"What are you guys talking about"
"Chocolate."
Ths should come of no surprise considering Valentines day is Monday and everyone has one plan for the weekend. Make chocolate.
In Japan, it is not for the boy you like or say you boyfriend. Girls give to girls.
Which I think is great because not many guys appreciate dark chocolate the way I do.
Weve spent the last week of lunch time on "Cook Note" reviewing chocolate recipes and telling people to make chocolate for us, which I feel is a lot like telling someone to get a Birthday present for you.
All the girls make chocolate, except one girl at my table who said it was "troublesome." Which got her unceremoniously kicked out of the group at least until she said shed make cake.
This is me updating my blog...
There will be limited punctuation since in the 6 months Ive been here Ive yet to work out how to find the comma or semicolon on here.
Im sitting in the school library, the only place that has a computer, typing on a computer Im pretty sure is a collectors item now with a keyboard that likes to switch into Hirgana, Japanese text, at any random たのし。
If you were not aware, I joined volley ball back in September or so.
If you were also not aware I quit volleyball back in December or so.
Then I joined rhythmic gymnastics, because Ive always wanted to be able to touch my forehead to my middle back.
Rhythmic gymnastics is basically summed up as me getting into the splits
Teacher: Good job. Now touch foot to nose.
However, Im on the team with four other girls who are all fun in there own way, which is why I continue to push through over 30 hours of practice a week.
The coach is a character. She is all about the feeling. If I could find the qoutes on this keyboard Id put the word feeling in qoutes, mostly because I have no idea what the feeling is and neither does anyone else.
She will give us long lectures on being in synch. The only reason I even slightly understand her lectures is because the girls translate them into sketchy english.
Teacher: *Five minute lecture* Make english.
Girls: ....
.....
........
Open your mind.
This is the point where I nod while trying not to laugh. Ive been told on multiple occasions that the feeling is not a laughing matter.
As I said, the team has five girls.
The first girl is Asoka. Shes five feet tall and all muscle. Shes been doing Rhythmic since she was 8 and has the ability I spoke of before of touching her forehead to her back. Except she can also point her toes at the same time. She is the only one who adores Rythmic gymnastics.
The other girl, Mizuki, is also five feet tall. However, while Asoka manages to pass for Id say the age of 14, Mizuki literally looks about 12 years old. She can also contort herself into crazy poses but she prefers to make stupid faces at the coach when her back is turned and complain about how much she hates this club.
Akane is in my class and also Rhythmic Gymnastics. She eats a brownie every day before practice and then tells the coach how well her diet is going. She is of non-midget height and the loudest girl who has ever tackled me in the hallway on a day to day basis. It would be weird if this wasnt normal Japanese girl behavior.
Lastly there Ayane. She is a manager, or so she calls herself, mostly because half the time she doesnt want to stretch. She tries very hard to traanslate everything into english for me, which more often then not results in us both being more confused then when we started talking.
Ill be going out with the girls to make chocolate this weekend for Valentines day. These will definantly be some of the people Ill miss when I come home (July 1st!)
So, Ill leave you with some inspirational advice Ayane just mailed me:
I boloster you as long as I can do.
^I have no idea what it means either.
Im sitting in the school library, the only place that has a computer, typing on a computer Im pretty sure is a collectors item now with a keyboard that likes to switch into Hirgana, Japanese text, at any random たのし。
If you were not aware, I joined volley ball back in September or so.
If you were also not aware I quit volleyball back in December or so.
Then I joined rhythmic gymnastics, because Ive always wanted to be able to touch my forehead to my middle back.
Rhythmic gymnastics is basically summed up as me getting into the splits
Teacher: Good job. Now touch foot to nose.
However, Im on the team with four other girls who are all fun in there own way, which is why I continue to push through over 30 hours of practice a week.
The coach is a character. She is all about the feeling. If I could find the qoutes on this keyboard Id put the word feeling in qoutes, mostly because I have no idea what the feeling is and neither does anyone else.
She will give us long lectures on being in synch. The only reason I even slightly understand her lectures is because the girls translate them into sketchy english.
Teacher: *Five minute lecture* Make english.
Girls: ....
.....
........
Open your mind.
This is the point where I nod while trying not to laugh. Ive been told on multiple occasions that the feeling is not a laughing matter.
As I said, the team has five girls.
The first girl is Asoka. Shes five feet tall and all muscle. Shes been doing Rhythmic since she was 8 and has the ability I spoke of before of touching her forehead to her back. Except she can also point her toes at the same time. She is the only one who adores Rythmic gymnastics.
The other girl, Mizuki, is also five feet tall. However, while Asoka manages to pass for Id say the age of 14, Mizuki literally looks about 12 years old. She can also contort herself into crazy poses but she prefers to make stupid faces at the coach when her back is turned and complain about how much she hates this club.
Akane is in my class and also Rhythmic Gymnastics. She eats a brownie every day before practice and then tells the coach how well her diet is going. She is of non-midget height and the loudest girl who has ever tackled me in the hallway on a day to day basis. It would be weird if this wasnt normal Japanese girl behavior.
Lastly there Ayane. She is a manager, or so she calls herself, mostly because half the time she doesnt want to stretch. She tries very hard to traanslate everything into english for me, which more often then not results in us both being more confused then when we started talking.
Ill be going out with the girls to make chocolate this weekend for Valentines day. These will definantly be some of the people Ill miss when I come home (July 1st!)
So, Ill leave you with some inspirational advice Ayane just mailed me:
I boloster you as long as I can do.
^I have no idea what it means either.
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