Sunday: We found the church! It was quite an adventure, especially as we hadn't used the subway very much previously. You take the chikatesu (subway) all the way from Ohori Kouen station until you reach Fujisaki. It costs 250 en one way, which is unfortunate. After we got off the subway, fed the angry machine our tickets, climbed up many escalators, and figured out which door left the station we had to decide which direction to walk. Google maps is useful, but our sense of direction disappeared with the Utah mountains. Or at least mine did. After we figured it out (go right) we walked until we hit the river. After crossing and turning at the big bridge, we needed to follow the river down until we got to a smaller bridge and then continue on for two blocks before turning again. On the internet map there was just the clearly marked small bridge. In real life however, there are 5 small bridges, all about one or two blocks apart. This meant that we had no idea which block was the right one. Eventually we found the building that an lds website had told us was the church. It was locked. However, we had passed a steeple on the way there, so we went back and lo, it was the church (it had moved). Huzzah! Unfortunately, we had left early so we had an hour until church started. First class was Relief Society, they were very nice. We had just learned the word for foreign student (ryugakusei) so we were able to introduce ourselves sufficiently. There was a baby in front of us who kept staring darkly at me. It was slightly unnerving. He evidently trusted us though because he shot us a heartwrenching "save me!" look when his sister started messing with him. Next we had class. They put us in with the the young single adult's. It was hilarious the whole time. The teacher was very funny, and knew very random English words. Whenever he would use one everyone would laugh. Luckily, a boy in our class spoke English very well so whenever we couldn't say something (which happened a lot, I don't know church words yet) and whenever we didn't understand (ditto) he would help us. The only name I really remember is Masa-chan, because it was pretty funny when he told us to call him that. Sacrament was impossible to understand, and I was really hungry by then. However, the translator boy was sitting up on the stand and he kept falling asleep so his head would slowly fall down to his chest. I've never seen someone sleep with their head at that angle before, but to top it all of his head didn't jerk up like any other church sleeper. It just sort of gently and gracefully rose back up by itself, before beginning it decent once again. This happened almost the whole time. Rebecca and I almost laughed loudly. Basically, I loved going to church, and am very excited to go next week.
I lied about the big update . . . this is only half a day. I'll update later.
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